As a child
Young and wild
On the first day of every autumn
Holding the leaves that have fallen
Reminiscing the memories of my mom so pleasant
I never cared about the present
What magic! the autumn leaves hide
Every time I held it, my mother became alive
However, she was only visible to me
So I called her my ghostly mommy
Every year, that day, my ghost mom took me
On a Journey
Traveling across seas, across distant places
Even in the weather so stormy
But this couldn’t continue for long
The unforgettable journeys with
My ghost mommy couldn’t prolong
At the age of eighteen
I couldn’t be unseen
The regular journey with my ghost mother
Couldn’t be possible
But I could see her shining in the sky as a
Star looking impeccable
~Eshita Singh
Patna, India