mamma calls u still...

b4 the sun will 4get the sunflower this day,
i've 2 do some sets of tasks ,
like an ode to the angels they say.


see last night i felt a belch in my stomach ,
felt like mamma waiting for me by the well,
by the seashore,
for dad 'd forgotten in his timelessness
about my absence at home.


so am waiting for the sun not to settle that i complete my worx early and be there by my mamma's side,
be a mamma's boy, as she used to say.


last time it happened,mamma called me and said,
boy where you are.
i was not well then - so had typical sips of vodka
-with varieties of pickles and friends around.
This time the celebrations was for an elegy
'i never 'd a girl, a friend'


so i was totally out, high with malted wheat and grains,
said mamma i'm fine
what about u and wheres dad.


mamma,with tears in her throat, told me that,
my boy me too fine here,
but dad is lost somewhere.

i thought a lot on that.
feel mamma is totally alone in the world.
no one to luv or care her,
her friends trying to avoid her.
when she sang a song ppl throwing fowl eggs at her.
she is totally alone there.
by the side of the well,
staring at the starred sky and yelping out my boy where are you.



so i threw the pickle out
and puked the vodka i sipped then
and trampled the dirty fag underneath,
and told my friends am sorry ,
out of moods.
but not 'coz of mamma not fine.


mamma on the stage to sing another song;
but am not there.


late that night i called my dad.
who was busy with some tedious jobs;
didnt speak of much of the things in my mind,
but only the same things he speak.
'when will i meet you,my son, my dear'

but by what my dearest meloncholy whore,
can i solve this issue.
this time u know am here with u only,
no fags,
no sips,
but u only.

so u need to tell me whats that big job, oh ,dad oh mine.


* this was written long back - probably 2 years back.