Mother


Mother

Oshyajem Longkumer

If I have to scale the heights she reaches,

I’d be a midding being near her accomplishments,

She is the mountain, I the knoll,

She is the Trailblazer.

If I have to master the way she preaches,

Id be the faint sound to her unabated delivery,

She is the seasoned, I the callow,

She is the Maven.

If I have to learn how she converses,

I’d go speechless to her graceful talks,

She is the raconteur, I the listener,

She is the Language.

If I have to be trained like how she cares,

I’d be humbled of her considerate heart,

She is the potter, I the clay,

She is the Caretaker.

She is mountain, I the knoll,

She is the Seasoned, I the callow,

She is the Raconteur, I the listener

She is the potter, I the clay,

She is – My mother.

Oshyajem Longkumer is a Research scholar at Assam Don Bosco University. She is a teacher by profession– a foodie at heart and loves travelling. She draws inspiration for writing poems from as simple as a life’s encounter or when in the midst of nature. Her poems have been recently featured in the launching issue of “Soul Connection(The first quarterly E-Magazine of Northeast India’s Literature and Poetry) and in “Olio(The maiden Publication of Worsmithereens- the Nagaland Chapter of the North-East Writers’ Forum.)