Retreat

Mother! Only a few, few days remain. Worry not, I will return, return again Like birds that in their nests do enter Tearing the torturous traps of hunter. I know each night you make extra meal And wait in slight hope that I will, will Come to eat supper being too, too tired. But I am here so far, far away, starved. Mother! I, I too linger for your affection On the riverbed where lies my skeleton. My two bony hands still, still, still seek Your sacred feet that appears now bleak. I will not go away from you again, again. When you would sit solitary in the Eden, Don’t think I have given you a new bluff. Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh. (In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)