From Dependency To Independency Poem by Akhtar Jawad
From Dependency To Independency
I was born to live for myself!
A selfish infant,
I knew only my mother
as she fed me.
She fulfilled all my needs
So I developed a trust in her.
I had no alternate but to love my mother,
I was a dependent on her.
I loved her silky hairs.
I loved her gorgeous face.
I loved her helping hands.
Then I started growing,
my dependency was gradually changed into independency.
Silky brown hairs were now rough and white,
face though more graceful but not gorgeous
hands though still arose for prayers but helpless to help,
and the day on which a cup of tea
fell down from her hands and broken
I saw helplessness in her eyes
I cried!
I regretted!
Why independency was changed into dependency
and why dependency was changed into independency!
Time teaches me - I was nothing, I am nothing, I will be nothing although I am everything here 'I' denotes every human being greatly written - 10+++
greatly crafted the poem is- My Lord! Bestow on them (on both my parents) your Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood. (The Noble Qur'an: Surah-17 ~ Ayah-24) great 10++
Sir this is transformation...like my poem Mother's Day Today - - which translations also make you may.... Thanks it happens to us all equally...particularly to those... who are born before MIDNITE...Were you? ? ? ?
I forgot to add It is a real treat to scan all your works repeatedly...Sir this is transformation...like my poem Mother's Day Today - - which translations also make you may.... Thanks it happens to us all equally...particularly to those... who are born before MIDNITE...Were you? ? ? ?
Such a beautiful poem. Life comes full circle when children carried by mother carry her along. It is difficult to become dependent for the one who have been independent. Equally heartbreaking for children to watch it. Thanks for sharing Akhtarji. Memories of my mother came alive to me.
When it comes to mother, we all wax eloquent on our love and dependence on her as there is no body else on Earth to substitute her! Here you have painted a touching portrait! Beautiful!
Such a touching and poignant poem. I am what I am, at least in good part, because of my long dead mother.
What a wonderful poem! Very realistic. A vivid portrayal of the great bond between mother and child. I was teary eyed while reading this. I remembered my mother. This poem fuels me to love my mother more. Thank you, Akhtar for this brilliant write. 10++++ and onto my Poem List.
ek ansooon tera... motee kaee tarah jub tapka... ussey maine amrit ke tarah pee liya...eh maaa ammeee mere shukriya...I forgot to add It is a real treat to scan all your works repeatedly...Sir this is transformation...like my poem Mother's Day Today - - which translations also make you may.... Thanks it happens to us all equally...particularly to those... who are born before MIDNITE...Were you? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Such a great write, Akhtar....10++++