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.)
