A 'Papa, Please' Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
A 'Papa, Please'
I couldn’t see in his eyes
When my son hardly could say bye
I felt so betrayed by his gesture
I could sense of guilt but was not sure
He did not utter a word when I used to thrash
He would go away and cry while making wash
I saw sadness in him but he did not tell
I felt nothing was good or going well
I felt from my heart for his dismay show
He had very slow space and unable to grow
All children were shining in their own way
He was proving helpless and sliding away
He came into this world before maturity
We were still joyous by seeing glorious beauty
He was only hope for our well being
We too were ready to do anything and sing
I tried to read child’s mind
As dad he had nothing to find
I sensed trouble for being so unkind
He wanted me to be considerate and kind
“Dad, can I request you for something”?
He gathered courage and unfolded wing
“I get so much pain when you beat”
“I am unable to bear and it is painful to eat ‘
I almost wept for his pain
This was only his concern main
I was committing unpardonable cruelty
I cursed self and even couldn’t feel pity
‘I will study sincerely and give you result”
“I may prove myself and feel you no insult”
I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went on
He had defeated me and almost won
I used to full him up and throw on ground
He used to weep and no friends were found
‘You may kill him one day” wife scolded
I decided to withdraw with hands folded
He did fare in the life and stood firm
He was obedient and used to confirm
He never disrespected and always obliged
I too felt sense of satisfaction and realized
Life would have chance to retaliate
I was unsure of what steps fate might initiate
It was our belief that we got to suffer for bad act
No one could help if one was at any time out of tract
He is now grown up boy but had chance to remind
“Dad, you were un considerate and unkind”
‘Why were you beating me for absolutely no fault”?
This came to me all of sudden as blue from bolt
Whole scene just went off my memory as flash
Mind and heart was at disagreement and always at clash
If we try to be good parent or obedient children
Life garden will become green with happiness and never barren
Dear hashmuk, These poignant lines have undoubtedly stirred one's feelings for the sad happenings told.The 6th stanza conveys a serious alert regarding parents and children's relationships. We have particularly enjoyed the last lines for the deep reflection they offer as well as the important advice. Take care and good luck to you and family.
my eyes grow wider, my heart beats faster......my childhood....in your lines.....tears..... as a single mom, i consciously chosen not to do as it was in my childhood but i must confess, i did....the feeling was horrifying, hunting. i have written an apology to my son when he was 13.....waited for forgiveness.....when it did, gratefulness is so sweet... parenting is very difficult and i read you struggle with that too....when we go deeper within and recognize what is going through, it become our strength and guideline for change and /or modification what we can do for the next time... you write so vividly with emotions that move a reader.
A wonderful message to parents and children alike...10+ thanks for sharing...
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4/24/2024 2:07:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, I must say that this is really good, and very touching. It is kind of how I feel, but in a different sense, if you know what I mean. This really touched my heart and I am glad that you commented me, or I might not have known to read any of your poems. Very good!