Amrita

Amrita

As you requested I write about me Rina :)

Part by part this tale enacts
Good times and what sorrow retracts
Born amidst such loving hearts
I was beloved baby girl
Even before memory's start.

Eve of  dawn upon this earth
A white owl's descent upon corniced windowsill
My mother still tells this midnight tale
I guess at birth mother and babe
Bewitched.

And two years a few months of heaven
Rolled by, then chariots of fire in divine ire
Caged my mom in lieu of life
Father spent the year nursing his beautiful wife.

I remember waving to each passing plane
Mom and dad will I see you again?
And playing with my cousins dolls
Cross my heart love blessed us all.

She returned a moon faced Madonna
Puffed up plump, with drugs to keep her alive
Though my mother still my hard working daddy lost
The inspiring wife she was

Brilliant student of linguistics, poetess who aspired
Learnt Russian with ease
A brave indomitable spirit
Without the spinal cord
Of strong memories.

Pride ? What is it?
Being a lady? I learnt a la mode...as I please.
Good taste...a matter of quaint genetics.
But my Daddy's braveheart will beat in me.

Tactless I sail my unwary boat
Barging into more powerful monstrous steamers
Time your patience...
My tale won't take too long
I lift my anchor and sail rudderless
The empty winds blow sweet sunset
The vale descends to evening's scented
Shadows
I see above my lonely difficult star
Brightening my sweet unearthliness

I never belonged, stranger to all ownerships.
It is much too late and so, I smile at unease
I'll see you again my
Snow white owl of fate
Wings agleam swooping scoops
Of moon
I will ride the night with you against the final paen
Come see me soon.

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