Feburary 20, 2007
Ma,
You taught me to excel
In academics, sports
And all other
spheres
You worked with me
Nights in a row
To help me learn
And to deeply sow
The seed to excel
To win against all
Big or small
Come on top
By doing well
I made you swell
With achievement
And pride.
But
When it was the time
For me to be a bride
You changed a lot
Teaching me
To fret and rot
But not to make
My lord feel
Small in any way
That I carry
The seed to swell
And sway
All
By doing so well!
In all spheres of life
I was made to sit
Demure and mute
To look like a doll
All decked and cute
Head covered
Eyes downcast
To look at my feet
And the earth so vast
Or the feet of my lord
Who would hence after
Would trample
My ego
My very being
That you so lovingly
had cared to nurture
Without seeing
What was held
By my future.
Why did you teach me
To excel and aim high
Why the dream was
Planted
In my dreamy eyes
That aimed at the
Open and vast skies.
If all I needed was
Tears and sighs
To look at the earth
And rejoice in the
Mirth and the glee
Of having made
Another wife
Another “She”
Well written…nice poem.
Nice mam. . .
Perhaps it’s our indian culture that carry it. . . But the situation is changing. . . . And the boldness is spreading from town to village . . . . .