By Stuti Saxena Singh
Yesterday, sitting on the corner of my bed, I felt lonely and really very sad. Although birthday blessings did abound, I rather missed your being around. I remember those days, when at 12AM my phone would ring, Alerting me to your blessings when I’d hear the tring tring. Today, I miss your surprise preparation, Of decorating every nook and corner in celebration. You made my birthdays special in varied ways: throwing lavish parties or sending my favorites (Laddus, Pista Barfis, Carrot Puddings) when I was away. Today I kept hoping for my phone to ring, My ears waiting for the special song you’d sing. But throughout the day I experienced an unknown silence, As if my soul was plunged into an ocean of unending reticence. If asked about a gift, "Message from Mom" would be my choice. But my phone does not beep; I do not hear your affectionate voice. With this roller coaster ride of feelings, Tears shed from my eyes, like erratic moisture on a ceiling. Bitter is this verity, the fact that you could not stay. But still I believe - 'Where there is a will, there is a way.' Seems like a deity accepted my prayer, By miraculous note, a prized Souvenir. My poem "My Mother’s Hands," published, swept aside my dismay. Maa showed her seraphic presence on my special day.
Stuti Saxena Singh started her career as a poetess and writer from May 2020. She is the author of माँ”, Ek Kavya Sanghra, available as paperback and e-book via Amazon Kindle, Google Books, Flipkart. She has been featured in numerous anthologies, and her poems, article, short stories have been published in various national & international journals, newspapers and magazines. She recently was awarded with a Wordsmith Award by the Asian Literary Society, an Editorial Choice Award at Nazmehayat, and a Writing Star by Face Of India, Tarangini, Mumbai.