Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Cafe radio show and the website is honoured to welcome Swarit Srivastavawith his deep, strong poem that he wrote for his mother for Mother’s Day. It was read on May 28 on the World Poetry Cafe radio show. We have special permission to post his photo and poem from his mother and Swarit Srivastava.
Link: http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-9
Recently several young poets that had come on the show years before and are now young adults have contacted me about coming back again. One such young adult will be joining us on June 11 to be aired on the 18th. Here is her link from the site: https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=7979
Bio
Swarit Srivastava (USA). He wrote this poem for me on Mother’s Day. He’s a seventh-grader and his favorite past time is playing chess. He’s also received many awards for his poetry such as the first place in the reflections contest and the top ten in the Creative Communications contest.
Timeless Love
Once upon a time
New eyes gazed on the world
Shining with the promise of life
And the fear of change
Roaring emotions became a tidal wave
Rising and consuming all other thought
Days had gone by until reality stuck like a stone-
And shaking hands found each other as they faced life yet to come
A fire had started
Burning bright with determination
And strong with excitement
Yet time flowed like a river
Threatening to extinguish everything
Yet it breathed
Night fell but the mind remained awake
Playing out the dreams of a new world and the nightmare of a broken heart
And change marched on with the rise of the sun
And the emptiness of the stomach
Life changed as care intensified
And doubt grew like a weed
It took root in the mind
And refused to leave
So this grand unknown was researched
With a desperate mind trying to find solace in the fact
And then it happened
The first sign of a new life that was soon to come
A hit that changed it all
Doubt remained, yes
But the shears of hope had cut all but the deepest wounds
Passing months felt like years
As a tough yet beautiful time continued
The mind craved distractions that were fulfilled in heartbeats
All while the fire of courage burned along the flow of time
And the day of longing arrived
A time which led to a familiar place
Yet an unfamiliar one at the same time
Pain followed
A horrible pain that lasted for hours
Until the time came
As the task which most will never perform occurred
And the eyes of a newborn looked into its mother’s with the same promise of life
And the fear of change
That she had once felt
All doubt washed away
And a timeless love was born.
-Swarit Srivastava
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Bio and permission for the photo and poem from his mother Rachana and Swarit Srivastava.
