Poem: Ode to Mom

By Dr. Archan Mehta

Poem: Ode to Mom

Mom, please don’t fade away:

Don’t tell me, strapped

To this hospital bed,

That you have feet of clay.

Mom, I will pray for you

By the dying light:

Mom, I want you to

Know that I love you

With all my might.

Mom, please don’t say

You welcome oblivion

And want to pass on:

“Son, my time has come!”

Mom, I want to arrest

Your decline and make

You mine for one last time.

Mom, when you were young,

You were strong and

Did not have to 

Carry a loaded gun

To prove your power.

Mom, do you recall

How the world was ours?

Mom, I remember how,

When I was a baby in diapers,

You held me in your arms:

Mom, you were all charm

And stood shining in the light

Of your poses:

After all, mom, you were

Made of lilacs and roses.

Mom, I don’t want to

Lose you: instead, I 

Want to take you home,

So you can, once again,

Enjoy this gorgeous sunset,

Drink a cup of tea with me

For company, mindfully,

And listen spontaneously

To the natural chirping

Of the birds in the morning.

Mom, please don’t fade away,

Stay with me:

Let’s set sail on the high sea.

Mom, just you and me.

So, this dark night

Leaves you alone

In quiet and peace.

Mom, why don’t you

Enjoy this gentle

And silent breeze:

And look, mom, at

Those smiling, dancing trees!

Mom, pray don’t leave

Me alone:

Mom, I don’t want

To inherit a broken home.

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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at