How did I get so lost?
Where did I lose the plot?
From holding you intimately
To having to seek you endlessly.
There was a time when deep anguish was difficult
Crying would end too soon
For you would call out to me
Reminding me that I was being silly.
So stories I would weave,
Just to have a good cry;
Then laugh at myself
And you would laugh with me.
But now I am caught
In a maze that seems long and endless
A maze with many joys
That start and stop and end too soon
A maze that the wise say – is also you
But I seem to lack the vision to see.
What was it?
One little misstep?
Or a series of blunders that led to this?
Will you ever be back
To live with me;
Or will I come and go
And never see?
A warm thank you to @Chitrotpala Chaitali Dash whose wonderful poems to maa inspired this poem. If you would like to read her works, here are some links: