I think I loved my mom
Just before I was born.
I was delivered as the last
And the least.
My mother drew a line
Long as she willed,
And put me
At the fag end of the lineage.
I was interred vertically for a while,
To straighten my walking way,
She said.
My feet fell flat either before or after
The standing burial ritual.
Since then,flatness became my fate.
I love my mother
For making me singularly flat;
For the uniqueness,
She bestowed upon me.
Years passed fast in a zig zag rhythm
Composed by my flat muscles.
The line drawn maternally,grew faster
Like a distant vision of a meteor in the sky.
That I could see my mother only through
The quadrilateral vision programming
She had created for me,was not my choice.
The four pillars that she had installed
Prior to my arrival,
Hid more than they showed,
Of my mighty mother's mind.
I really love my mother
For not making me,
A pillar of hindrance,
For not drawing the line
Further behind me,one flatter than mine.
P.Chandrasekaran.
