Tryst

a poem by Anup Chandran V

Mother! Please don’t wait on me for dinner tonight
For I have gone a little far to fight a war,
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which will relish
with all its self, whatever you decide to feed.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me for the morning prayers.
For I have gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which relaxes
as it hears, sitting by your side, your chantings clear.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me for your daily blessings.
For I have gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which looks forward
to touch that feet that always, always is revered.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me when the shadows lengthen.
For I have gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which worries
at your anxiety, and hurries to be near.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me when they bring me in.
For I had gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which died
for your thousand sons, to be safe and be in good cheer.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me when they bring me in.
For I had gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which justified
your love for me, the only way that was known to me.

Mother! Please don’t wait on me when they bring me in.
For I had gone a little far to fight a war
I know you will as you always have, understand
I leave with you that part of me which will always be,
yearning to keep dying for your almighty grace.