Monday, December 28, 2015

For mom

(Dec 25, 1950-Dec 28, 1995)

Was it effortless like your smile?

Did they wake you up one last time?
Or was it quick like a burglar in the night?

Was it a grim-reaper or an archangel?
How many wings did it have?
Did you float or glide?
Was it heady like dope?

Is it hot or cold beyond the stars?
Do souls have footprints
in the kingdom of heaven?
Is it limitless hence?
Are you weightless tonight?

Do they let you see God
from a crack in the heavens?
Here, by your grave in Sopore
Jasmine blooms in winter.

© Sameer
 Her 20th anniversary