veeraiyah subbulakshmi

the real discrimination..

We were standing alone in front of the school,
Where the kids would turn into adults soon,
Never ending useless home works and tests,
Projects, assignments and emotional issues,
We were standing alone in the vast playground,
Where we saw the women drove their cars to work,
Wearing high heels and immaculate dress,
Leaving the kids in the playschool and maids,
We were pushing the trolley in the super market,
The kids were in uniform, surrounded us as our body guards,
They had the choice to pick up what they needed,
We paid the bill, using the supplementary card,
We were standing alone in the visitor’s bay with a tag,
The parent of so and so competed in the art,
We were the first person to know and feel what they achieved,
Sometimes too happy to elate sometimes simply sad,
We were standing alone in the clinic when they were sick,
With trembling heart and the fear in the thought,
We were standing alone repeating the lessons since they were young,
We were standing alone praying for their safety,
When they had gone to local and foreign universities,
We are standing alone always holding a phone,
Connected to their ‘busy with meeting’ fathers,
Repeated the same story to them time and again,
What they have understood and what they have known,
About their children as a parent no one knows,
We, the mothers, are left alone, touching our empty wombs,
When this society chooses the father’s name to call our children,

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013


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  • Rookie - 241 Points Rajendran Muthiah (6/12/2013 8:59:00 AM)

    No one objects for the mother's name to be added to the names of children. In the past the womenfolk were confined to household work. But now in most of the houses, men are doing the same. you have not written how the men sacrifice to give good education to children. But you have neatly elucidated the idea of your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 402 Points Kavya . (6/12/2013 3:49:00 AM)

    ur poem is a reality, but yes slowly things are changing...nowadays mothers name is also considered mandatory in your graduation certificates etc.....but ur poem is very nice as it highlights the fact...the truth behind mothers emotions for her children, she teaches, she nurtures, then one day they leave her n go for distance education or job, then mother has to just keep waiting with phone in hand with her empty womb.....very nice poem, liked it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,160 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/11/2013 7:55:00 PM)

    we, the mothers are left alone, no no, Mother is first, next comes father. Twameva mata cha pita twameva, mother, mother sweet mother, no substitute of mother, at present everywhere name of mother and father are being put together. Mother is the earth, father is the sky. we stand on earth and look to the sky , In ancient days the identity are being given through mother and it is but nature and natural. good poem. congratulation.10 (Report) Reply

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