6th December
by Subhankar Das
Today is December 6
a bad day.
Today, my mother left early in the morning
and never came back to tell stories.
Now I keep looking at my mother’s picture all alone
And talk with her
So much accumulates in a day
So much insult, with whom can I share?
Ma doesn’t answer
Just smiles sweetly.
The way she always smiled.
My mother’s age is stuck in the picture
And she will never be old, luckily.
So she can stay with me
and can see how I waste
my time in some meaningless triviality.
She can also get upset
The way she can be sometimes.
PAINTING: Interior with Indian Woman by Raoul Dufy (1930).
PHOTO: The author and his mother.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Subhankar Das was a poet, film producer, bookstore owner, and publisher of Bangla experimental material. He produced six short films that were honored at international film festivals, and translated the works Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski into Bangla. He passed away on May 22, 2024.
Silver Birch Press 
This is so sad, the poem about his mother’s disappearance from his life, then his recent death. His filmaking work of poets sounds important, thank you for publishing his poem and bringing awareness of his life.
This is such a shock. One of course doesn’t expect to see the author just passed yesterday.
Thank you for sharing his poignant poem and beautiful mother with us. May they both rest in peace.