Father who always stood erected,
suddenly showed up at mother’s grave,
and stooped lazily that day.
The man who carried head in the clouds,
forced to bare his soul stark naked,
on the muddy earthen ground.
From the ashes, I gathered,
a life carefully crafted out of sorrow
and well chiseled out of pain.
Midst sooty powdered cinders, I saw,
scattered pieces of her bleached bones,
Echoing several decades of neglect.
A voice ever so familiar “mama is home.”
an absentee husband today loathing,
over marriage that was never there.
A callous father, who shut all windows,
when she was alive, children left,
to wander, while she slowly slipped away.
Lone tear tickled from the icy eyes,
not enough to wash away the
the sins and debaucheries of a lifetime.
An unidentified grave, overgrown
with tall grasses, for it is a common tale
of a mother who sacrificed so much.
A mother who worked hard to,
put food on the table and while,
doing so smiled and narrated random tales.
It’s a father’s world after all but,
under the careful watch of a,
Mother.
Tanya Shukla
Beautifully written! The strength of a mother, so many men us it as a crutch; not truly realizing, that it’s a pillar!
Very true Warren , only when your mom goes far away you realize the worth!!
Beautiful and powerful.
Thanks a lot for stopping by, I truly appreciate your kind words.
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Lovely♥
Thanks a lot Shanky!
Intense and a powerful creation
Thanks a lot Shantanu for your kind words. Hope your trip went well.
It was a great trip. Thanks for asking.
Glad to know !
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How are things to you
I am doing fine, busy with life :). Thanks.
Busy is good. Isn’t. Stay blessed 😊🌸
yes being busy is good otherwise I become a poet 🙂
Haha. Then you should be more idle. We love your poems ❤️❤️
Yes Idle, poet and homeless 🙂
Why homeless.
if ill be idle, ill sure be homeless
Haha. Lol. Your poetry will take you to places
yes poets never make money as you know
That is true. But you will stay in hearts of many, so will never be homeless 😊
Yes Ill be remembered as a homeless poet who wandered in streets of New York of New Delhi but a place better be new 🙂
Once you are someone’s heart you can never me homeless again. Am I sounding poetic 😜
yes you are poetic, being free is better than being caged in someone’s heart, dont you think.
It depends on whose heart are you staying. Staying doesn’t always means caging. Maybe you rested your
I sent it too soon. What I wanted to conclude with is Maybe you have rooted on the wrong heart 😊
May be I am not that romantic, fault sometimes can be with us also
Lol. It is all about perspective. Sometimes we don’t know what we are capable of. I have read your poems who say you are not. 😊🌸
Well you better ask my husband ;
Haha. I am sure he will have a similar opinion.
I hope so. Did you visit Bengal on your trip to India?
sry was intended for friend from bengal, by mistake send it to you
I actually went to Delhi and Chennai for work and visited Assam to see mom. . I am an Assamese
Assam is a beautiful place with lush green surroundings.
It sure is. Have you been to Assam
No but would like to
You should definitely visit. It is beautiful. Where are you from?
I am from Delhi
Delhi is my second home. 😊
🙂 I miss Delhi my mom is there
Yeah I can imagine. My in laws are from jungpura ext and my brother lives in new Rajinder nagar. I got to India atleast once a quarter because of work.