Careful Girl Poem by Riya Mathew

I'm the daughter of a careless man
Who was reckless and careless in his lifespan.
Mother told me I'm just like him
That I'm equally idiotic and dim.
Some said that Bro and I look like mother.
But he is more mature and not a bother.
So in my life till now, I tried to be
More brave, careful and brainy than he.
Did I succeed? Was mother satisfied?
If that were the case, I'd have been gratified.
But that's not the case, oh no.
She still pushes me. It's like kneading a dough.
Till the dough is perfect, knead it.
Till I mature, don't heed to it.
And just now I realised how careless I was.
My mother was not trying to play employee and boss.
She was trying to make me perfect.
To make me strong-willed and to develop my intellect.
She was trying to make me good
To bring my blushing face out of the hood.
To not be the moon that borrows light
But to be the star that shines bright.
The truth still remains. I'm a careless man's daughter.
Who brought to his family, pain and horror.
But now, there is something more that I
Can add to it and never deny.
I'm the careful girlof a careless man.
Of he, who was reckless in his lifespan.
Many told me, we look just the same.
I said, "Oh, that's just the DNA playing it's game.
I look like him, well and good.
But that's just the way it should
be. It doesn't matter how I look.
You should see the inside of the book.
Deep within, I have my mother's shade.
That's how God decided for me to be made. "
So now, people take me for me
And not as someone's progeny.