The Name On The Stone

poem about misinterpretation. narrator thinks her mom is alive but feels her dead when she visits a graveyard yet finds her mom back home and then realising it a part of her mind feels afraid to wake.

Lonely I sat,

Under the Blue moon…

Strange, eerie sound encircling….

The cold, heavy, perfumed air,

Above my head.

 

A monster buzzing…

No!! wait, a fly.

I thought I heard wolves howling

Why I sat I didn’t know?

For whom I sat I didn’t know?

 

River’s black water flowing

Swiftly yet strangely.

I don’t know what I did?

 

I saw shadows, silhouites

Of whom I don’t know

Rather,I never wanted to know.

 

I sat upon an ancient Stone

With numbers engraved in it

Some names written on it.

 

I don’t want to read.

 

I saw a beautiful maiden come out of the river.

She had soothing eyes,

Comforting words,pleasant smell and

Strangely everything I knew.

 

My dad said her wife was the most beautiful woman.

And I believed him more than anything.

 

My mom is an important part of our life.

I shouted,”I don’t want to read”

Yet, I saw my mother’s name

Although I thought I knew she was home.

 

I came back home.

Perplexed.

I asked my mom why was her name seen by me?

Why was her presence felt by me?

 

She smiled like an angel.

Kissed me Good night.

 

I prayed that night.

“Don’t make me realize it’s a dream”.

                                    Rijuta

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[beyondpen]

good work Rijuta... keep it up :)