Kicking a small piece of broken earthen pot,
While playing on the roadside, hop scotch.
Or dribbling a ball and throwing it at a team mate.
Screaming as I fell, skidding on the roller skates.
Playing marbles with my kid brother, ten years old
Aiming at queen of carom board with one eye closed.
Trying my hand at basketball, hockey and table tennis.
One day, a bunch of us stormed into YMCA premises.
As there was no club exclusively for girls, back then.
Sir, we said politely you have to treat us at par with men.
Please be kind enough to give us forms for membership.
You are a sportsman, so how about some sportsmanship.
Next day, after submitting our forms, we were in the hall.
Awkwardly aiming and trying to strike a billiard’s ball.
It was so good in my country back then, now I see.
We knew no fear; felt so young, joyous and carefree.
Its still not bad, as I see my daughter go through her day.
She has lots of fun, makes choices in an assertive way.
Oh, my heart cries for the women in far off Afghanistan.
Will they ever, ever, ever again see the light of dawn...
An extremely compassionate poem, mamta! It has been rightly said: compassion is the synonym of godliness! !
The poem begins with a nostalgic account of early days and very gradually moves over to women's rights, - an important issue of our times! During my school days, I recal once visiting YWCA in north Calcutta! The plight of Afgan women has been brought out both gently and effectively at the end! 10 + -Raj
A beautifully crafted poem starting with the nostalgic childhood, progressively pleading for womwn's rights, and finally sympathising with the cause of Afgan women exhibiting great poetic skill. CP
a lovely compassionate write mamta ma'm.....beautifully crafted...10+
dear mamta......feeling for the opressed, doing things for them cleanses our soul.we, as a generation probably enjoyed life and managed to give our children the best we could.on the other handone does feel bad to see a part of the world, opressed and moving backwards in time.a very sensitive write, for the women opressed, who do not have a say even for themselves.lovely write ritty
A wonderfully evocative and sensitive write, giving voice to centuries of oppression and subservience. A perfect 10.
I also have a daughter Who is assertive and has fun But, still I find it stale Before what I enjoyed Since we fought and got What now they get Easy and free The change came from us Who had to go out and get We now allow our children to follow their dreams. Women silently suffer Not only in Afghanistan From deep within we rose We said we will take no more Many unknown among us live A day will come for them too To one day dare to rise And live their dreams! Mamtaji, Your poems all carry a wonderful message to us. You create a burden within our souls to think of those around. Angel
Mamta ji, It is so amazing you pick so many subjects, I cannot even imagine. And ofcourse you them such beautiful treatment! ! Wow! There is a Telugu saying: 'Ravi kaanchani choo Kavi kanchun' Which means a poet (Kavi) can see what even Sun(Ravi) cannot find. Kudos to your strengths of observation.
hmmm...very heartfelt nostalgic poem with a message...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
feminism is what the world lacks badly i feel...woman are definitely not at par...they are more than man i feel...any man made disasters hits woman badly than man...lovely poem mam...makes one think of today's situation...india seems better..but if the woman entering politics are trying to ape men and continue the same stupidity...nothing will change..man or woman...we need administrators who do it from their hearts....lovely thoughts...thanks 10