Ode to Mother
My life was too perfect;
I never needed to complain
but now it’s a rainy mid-night
and I am imposed to confess something to you-
It’s been a year
ever since I started seeing the owls;
even now, I’m used to hearing the chirping of morning birds
and the sounds of the evening Hermit.
I know it’s quite unforeseen for you-
not just do I have to stand alone in the kitchen,
but my other job is to make them all smile.
It’s a process to understand you fully.
Neither did I sleep when my newborn got caught in a frenzy,
nor when the weight of incubation gripped me-
but I’m hopeful
cause I understand you now.
I sweat without any objections,
but my body starts trembling
at the thought of the following day.
If they all forget my endeavour,
what if my progeny refuses to care for me?
Wish I could ask you
how were you the both of them-
“Hard labourer” and “forbearant.”
Why does it feel so heavy for me?
Listening to all the Master’s words,
yet I saw you obeying all of them
even with an agreeing smile.
I run and run till everyone gets to sleep;
asked for one or two maids.
Though I try hard to believe
I am your daughter
But where are the similarities?
How could you become so calm?
How could this world be so agreeable in your eyes?
But my felicity is-
I know you better now.
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