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versatile, a word i learned too late from the dictionary..
but have always known an example, a living machinery
she woke up before me and ensured my good night
fueled my living cells, made my day bright.
would be waiting at the bus stop, be it rain or the sun
from the weary day at school when i made my return
pricked my boyish ego, i would argue i could take care
she had her own reasons, and my arguments won’t scare.
i would forget it all at the sight of beans curry and rasam
would postpone the curd rice to a 3 pm that would never come
kitchen,sweater, canvas and the assignment on chart paper
to my neighbor’s SUPW too, her skills would cater.
would string her needle on request and my help stopped there
she made the rest look so simple an affair
new class..and new books, the crisp paper’s smell
the homemade white glue..she would even bind the books so well
winter noons, the terrace and me, her chips’ guard
that dried with me in the sun,my sister and crows were barred
years flew by..and i reached the roads where i had to decide
she guided me to engineering, ensuring my safe ride.
untied from her apron strings.. here when i take my flight..
i know she is smiling..i am always in her sight..
she taught my 5’s table..and then to decipher the clock
she has been the peace..at bad times when i ran amok.
today i look at the calendar and am so glad its 11th may
happy b’day amma, no wonder its mother’s day.
current said:
superb…
btw, what percentage of chips were left towards the evening?
and how come your fav. molagapodi and the aloos are missing from the menu 😉
shash said:
@ current
nandri
a lot of it….after all i was scar(y)crow.. and coming to missing ingredients of this recipe..one poem would never do justice to her..:)
Aparna said:
Made me remember a lot of things from my own childhood. The crisp paper smell, the new books for binding, the SUPW.. all these and more. But the best of all is the imagery of a bird taking its independent flight. I wonder how the parents feel when they watch their young ones attempting to fly, falter but then manage to soar high. I’m blind about my parents and opine that they are beyond my criticism- even if they have their worldly flaws. They have given me everything they could to give me happiness. The only way I can give them that joy back is to be the best I can be.
I also miss the bed time stories my mother told me and the way she used to wake me up with kisses all over my face. If there is one another person who can love me the way my parents do – I’d believe I’m more than just fortunate.
Aparna said:
P.S Noticed how the recurring verb is “give” in love?
shash said:
🙂 you “give” yourself and with it all..well said buddy.
there is so much more i would remain incapable of putting in words..
Srividya said:
thought I had put in my comment earlier… clearly i didn’t 😀
Lovely just lovely! what did amma have to say?
shash said:
danke.. donno if amma read this :)..
Anty said:
Nice one da