So, listen to me once,
My mother said.
Listen to me before I go
on the journey of counting
the stars in the constellations &
nebulas & galaxies in a tin can
which is going to fly across the
space you stare at every night.
Unaware of the continuum these
stars have inherited since the
birth of this sky, I asked.
How long will it take?
Will you be back before the
approaching autumn turns our leaves in the backyard dry?
Of course, she said.
and I promise to bring back a
A shining rock maybe
which you can add to your
Really mam? Yes, she said
knowing that the trip she was
going to make might be one way
& all she is leaving behind is a
heap of unfulfilled promises in
the eyes of 4 years old.
So, she left without turning to
look at the earth for one last time.
The earth she came on as an
interstellar tourists a few years back.
She sat on the spaceship which
came from her home planet &
Flew away while I muttered under my breath;
"I don't want the shining rock, just came back soon, mommy."
- Rebekka Kaur
This is a poem about a mother who was just a tourist a few years back on a planet called earth and tourists are supposed to go back. The child here is something which happened while she was trying to explore the world of humans down here and now it was time to go back. But instead taking her child back to her home as a souvenir all she did was a promise to bring back a souvenir for her which might not be true after all.
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