Life brings with a plethora of experiences, each with a flavour of its own. I wish to share with all my readers these various experiences and observations that I have made during my time here on this planet. They may be funny, thought-provoking or simple reflections. I do hope you will find these enjoyable and interesting.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

A Mother's Song

This is a poem dedicated to all mothers of this world and their children on the occasion of Mother's Day.

Welcome my little one into this world
Hold onto my finger with your tiny hand curled
Hold onto it with all your might
Oh you little fairy, you're such a blessed sight

You are the very incarnation divine
You are the continuation of a line
Of daughters of our Mother Eve
You are the Mother Goddess's gift, I firmly believe

Those rosy cheeks, those inquisitive eyes
The wrinkled forehead shows you are wise
What are you looking for in my face
Can you read in it what my heart says?

You are the queen of your own fate
You will make with your destiny your own date
Go child, achieve whatever you will
Fly over every mountain, climb every hill

Do you want to be a doc, an engineer
An astronaut, painter or pilot dear
Would you like to make a career
For yourself or be content as a home maker

The choice is entirely yours my little star
I know, no matter what, you'll make a mark
On the sands of time you'll write your name
May success be yours, may you get a lot of fame

Be happy, be brave, my dearest one
My little sugary honey bun
You are my treasure, you are my joy
Who says you are less than any boy

Come, let me plant on your cheeks a kiss
This is my promise to my little miss
Darling should you have any fear
Know that your mom is ever near

I'll stand by you through thick and thin
No matter whether you lose or win
Losses and victory will come and go
Walk with your head held high even when you feel low

But for now my little bird rest
In your mother's arms, this is your nest
Sleep my child, you need to grow strong
You'll grow your wings and fly off 'ere long

A Mother's Plight

Today is mother's day.  There are many unfortunate mothers in India, whose daughters are deprived of the right to live even before they are born and who themselves are deprived of the right and joy to hold their little bundles of joy in their arms if they are daughters.  Unfortunately this practice of female foeticide  is very common even amongst highly educated families in big cities.

This poem is dedicated to these unfortunate women.

A loud plaintive scream rent the air
The pain was much more than she could bear
The life that within her had barely begun
Was not one that could be called "my son"

A daughter was growing inside her
A replica of herself as it were
This little angel she wished in her arms to hold
On this idea hubby and in-laws were not sold

Leave me alone, let my child be born
From begging and pleading she was utterly worn
Her job though was only children to bear
For her rights and opinions no one did care

A hasty appointment with the doctor was made
And so it was that on the table she was laid
In a room where little babies were born
Her little angel from her womb was torn

But who did for her screams ever care
Her pain was her own, alone to bear
She could rant, rave, scream or yell
Her life was one unending hell

She was obliged to give the family an heir
To fight for her rights, though, she did not dare
Did she even know her rights
If she did, why was she in this plight

Why is it that a son who worships his own mother
About the mother of his children does not bother
Why is his mother who is a woman
To her daughter in law so inhuman

This is a lady who was also once born
A girl child who was not of her right to live shorn
Where would this man be if she had been killed instead
Has this thought even entered their heads

The statistics are enough to scare
Girls as a population are growing ever rare
Wake up you ignoramuses, you better beware
Your race will be wiped out if you don't care

Women wake up, fight for your rights
Tolerating injustice, taking it light
Is just as wrong as being unjust
Protect your daughters is something you MUST.