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I can’t say if my grandma was possessive
The way my mother was
I can’t even imagine if my grandpa was possessive
The way my father was
The fate of my mother can’t become mine
Probably, my mental possessiveness towards my children 
Is just a lucrative illusion
But the reality is far beyond this illusion
Sometimes my mind asks me
How much my mother does possess me
Or about my own possession of my children
And I quickly get puzzled
This world or that ocean
I remember my beautiful poetry
And write a few lines of my mind
I well know
Nothing is in my control—
The coincidence of happiness or the dark night of sorrow
Tomorrow is neither yours nor mine
Probably, the coming winter
And the bygone summer
Both were my own
The moon of the winter night
And my tears of the melting snow
The fog in the morning
Are not the moments to kiss me
Or maybe I couldn’t kiss the moments of my portion
It could be that a thirsty me
Forgot my journey to the sea
This momentary life
And my mother who gave me the fading foot steps
Is but a fortunate medium of my life
In a way, a golden opportunity
But the golden life is the love-ocean I swim
And if I say I’m nobody’s right
Again in the dark and light
A snow river will incessantly flow from those eyes
And in the eyes of million mothers
O my mother,
Your love is far beyond the life you are so possessive of
It is my courage and strength to get across this world
It’s a way of my emancipation that gives a new vigour and meaning to my poetry
And to the deity that gave me this life through my mother, I say
Pause at that moment of happy coincidence forever in my life
Whenever my time arrives for the eternal departure
Exactly that moment, I want to write a beautiful poem
Life is this love-ocean
I delayed to love the snow and the heat
But I loved poetry at the first instance
I salute the deity who made me encounter with poetry possible
With the affectionate happy coincidence my mother gave me
Though every life is just a medium
But it is a happy and golden coincidence to swim across the love-ocean. 

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: : Purushottam Dhakal, a journalist and writer based in LA, Califo
rnia, USA. I am formerly the Chief Editor of The wwww.nepal24hours.com....Integration Through Media, a online news service of South American integration and Himalayan region politics and conflict published from LA, California, USA.You can reach me through my email: producerpuru@gmail.com
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