My departed sister “ MAMA”

By pkroutray
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My departed sister “ MAMA”
As a bolt from blue
my heart, the news slew
that my Mama is no more
with grievous sighs from heart’s core
moved, I to her residential tower
besieged by frenzied willpower.
Saw I to my harrowing horror
on my eyes with pain, pain-tinged blur
saw I Mama, sister darling
on an unnatural bed lying
Speechless, motionless
with tranquility and calmness
On her forehead glittering vermillion
on her forearms, bangles’ ornamentation,
her spouse, daughter, and near and dear
standing around her, worn out of tear,
demigods and our ancestors from up above
waiting to welcome her with love
my little sister is in deep slumber
with mortal remains of fire, earth, air, water, and ether.
younger to me by one and a half a decade
to her bier with quivering legs, I could wade
through the dense, profusely mourning neighbors
to prostrate before her despite being much older
as her divine soul is sure to be on its way
to merge with the Lord, ending her earthly role play
thwarting the tears flowing like torrential rain
with sighs and gratitude praises that, us, reign.
The Hindu philosophy speaks at a pitch loud
Such heavenly death masks the departing soul, proud
on her certain journey towards the liberation
the place of the human pursuit’s dreamt destination.
Deserves her soul a place in the Lord's abode
with her noble deeds, the ocean of pain she has rowed
her role play, she did it with a touch of divinity
that I vouch before the Lord with authenticity.
As an infant, she was a lovely toy
as tiny tots for us, to tease her was our joy,
at her adolescence to us, exceptional was her respect
to her in-laws’ house, she was an asset.
to neighbors and society, she was a harbinger of heaven
to her hubby and daughter she was a tree of Eden.
After marriage, her conduct in her in-laws’ house
and at alien cultures while moving with her spouse
draw they, all unequivocal accolades
possible it is only because of her divinized crusades
Of her conjugal harmony, society speaks, high
at such tragic interruption with pain, we all sigh.
As Soubhagylaxmi, she proved her name true
that in her vermillion and bangles’ glitters, we view.
Hey Mams! As a frenzied elder brother,
thus tells my broken heart seeing you on a bier.
Aspired I, dreamt I to get your service and smile
to soothe my heart and make my living worthwhile
Hey Time! Hey Destiny, are you robbers, brutal?
or are you merciful to save her from this lifer’s bitter battle
Never do we think our motherly wombs are different
as your mother and my Mushi apa has made me, man, present
I am not your cousin, but a brother
that no public, no language could alter.
You like your other siblings carry your mother’s touch
My tears restrain me on my gratitude to elaborate much.
Hey Lord! Your Holy Gita says life is repeated
I prqay time to fleet fast to return the days, blessed.
Pray I destiny to take care of your health then
Hey Lord! Please ensure these reunions again and again
Then I shall never tease Mama with embarrassing funs
fooling her, to her mother, complaining, tearful runs
On my college vacation, I shall never give her my clothes to clean
I shall carry to her pleasure gifts umpteen.
Hey Masma,your sweet Gandhianana call, I shall again get
that I longed ever, and will try to be never in your debt.
This year in Rakshi bundun, after Kuni left us
“I felt immense pain “, was it for this event, obnoxious?
Dance all the incidents involving you for years
pinrk my heart, pinch my emotions for old age tears.
Our Ranihat Sagadfia sahi assembly with you
your service to me peep in me as younger sister true.
Reminisce I with nostaligia the day
to embarrass you my brotherly play
with your delicious food to make you overeat
and before Ap0a and Piusa, enjoying your vomit.
Float your smiling face
affectionate tender grace
to me with your love and respect
at these, my heart gets wrecked
Miss I will and so also your fands numerous
on Facebook, your sweet posting and snaps, glorious.
Hey Mama, remember we your claim
to be one among your parents and four siblings photo frame.
that present art can well make
but “ It could not be done” in me the tyhoughts acre.
Hey Jadu dear! Pray, I for your strength to bear
the shock of life missing in life, your love, dear
It is destiny’s say
that none can keep at bay
but wish peace, bliss, and rest for her
She has gone out of hr physical pain and torture.”
Hey, Pooja You are at Mama’s heart!
Wherever she may be, you, her blessings can never part
Practice her advice in words and deeds
our blessings are always with yuou for all your needs.
Hey Minadei, Sarat Kuni, Gagan let us bid her our farewell
for next reunion let her in our hearts lovingly dwell.
Hey Mama! Pray we all in unison
your near and dear neighbor and society in common
for your happiness, peace, and bliss
with sincerity from heart’s abyss.
P K Routray
In the service of the Lord
( Mama is my sister. Her other name is Soubhagt Laxmi. We lost her on 15 th Dec 2025.)
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I'm so sorry for your loss P
I'm so sorry for your loss P K - what a lovely tribute you've written
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Is that her? She's beautiful
Is that her? She's beautiful. This piece is like plunging into the deep end of the pool and having no fear of the depth.
V/R
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