NITA B GEORGE

 

 

Meandering...

 

I

Will cross

Many milestones

Alone.

Maybe,

Find you

At

Some turn

Of

Life.

How far

How long

This

Togetherness

Be

Matters not

For,

Many more milestones

I

Will

Cross

All alone...

 

The Dirge

          A mother to her son...

 

One day

Said

I

To

My son

"Son,

My

Little boy,

Worry not

How

Old

How

Feeble

Your mother is.

I'll

Close my eyes

And,

Will be gone

Never

To Return again.

Live your life

And

Your dreams...

One day, some day,

I,

Decked

In

Flowers

And

Incense mist

Shall

Reach

The

Final Door,

Happy..."

"The

Final Door ?"

Said

My son.

"Yes.

The

Final Door.

The

Final Door

Within

The womb

Of

The

Earth.

Lie

There

Will I

For

Eternity...

Be

Alone, alone

Forlorn, Forlorn...

 

NITA B GEORGE

 

NITA B GEORGE: Short story writer and a Poet is a Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. Her teaching career at the Degree level extends over a period of 37 years. This experience of dealing with young growing minds has enriched her immensely in life. Poetry entered late in her life, almost, at the age of 54. She graduated into writing, Creative writing, from an English teacher to a Poet and a Short story writer.