by Parijat Banerjee
She was not my mother.
A mere pale yellowish birth certificate cannot establish our relationship!
Trust me, I am pretty sure -
I can never be nurtured in her protective cosy womb!
I mean, how is that possible!
After all, how can I be such tiny ever?
Before I could move on, please allow me to explain this whole tied up scribble.
Or rather, let me have the opportunity to put forth this delusion in the following way -
The moment she embraced me for the first time within her closely knitted warmth -
I actually attained enlightenment.
I realized the existence of the Supreme Being within me.
I analyzed the circumference of this Milky way as well as the entire universe!
Well, if now a distinct look can be taken at the first stanza once again..
I can atleast reaffirm my first statement.
'She was not my mother.'
She still carries the lamp within me throughout this blindfolded life lane!
There must have been some mis-association of the 'tense'!
You are in a position to ignore now it's ultimate consequence!