Mother And Me Poem by Komal Pawar

Mother And Me



Oh Mother! It's hard to recognize,
who you really are?
Since childhood till now,
seen changing your forms, what for?

I was only a lump of cells, still in u r womb,
u appeared to me as though a sculptor,
who with the lovely thoughts, making it a chisel,
carved me into a classic sculpture.

Being a rug rat, unaware of d fields,
you were with me as a protected shield.
To keep an eye on my moving cradle, till I move on to further;
Among u r daily chores, it was added the other.

Later when I entered into a toddler stage,
you started reciting for me turning d page,
giving me advices of d school days ahead,
should listen to d teachers or would get red!

U r career was though the time to think,
but the day-care home was nt d option u would link!

U were aware of my upcoming teen,
though being horrified for u, made me feel keen.
Solutions 2 my problems were ready with u,
stood being my mate, later explaining few!

Now, I'm a Nubile;
finds u shifting from mother to agnate,
as if creating a virtual class and file,
for my entry in my in-laws gate!

Oh Mother! It's hard to recognize,
who u really r?
Since childhood till now,
seen changing u r forms, what for?

Now that I understood,
she makes me realize, that after some days,
hearing the same, i'll be on her place!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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