She is my daughter
I am her mother
The more she grows,
The more I’ve filled with anxiety and knit my brows.
One day, I told her, let’s learn some cuisine
Replied she, ’ mom, its are all good for nothing’.
I said ‘it will be helpful in future’
‘it does not matter , mom don’t bother
Mom , being the cat’s paw of my father
Did you achieve anything in your life, so far? ’
And lo! One day she was in a rally- a torch bearer
“we want our right, ” was slogan her
I warn her, I rebuke her
And suggest, what will be her duty in future
At this she flew into rage’ ‘Mom, your life is yours, ’was her answer
‘My life is my own life, don’t interfere.’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good one. The gaping generation gap well presented. We the parents, let us pray - God, show them light.