Hare Rama Poem by Indira Renganathan
Hare Rama
Soaked in the tears of this home
Memories grind me into my bittered life.
Earlier days were lively in full bloom.
But soon got into this rancid life.
I was not the home minister, but
In the production of babies and dishes.
Not considered to be a prestigious post.
Unprofessionally professional was my status.
Cutting vegetables for curries and sambar
Grinding black gram and rice for dosas
Ooh la la la, for everyone at home, other
Than me finding no day for my own wishes.
Age has put me on the altar today.
Children ask me about wasted talents why?
What shall i say? that i sacrificed?
Or have i been a coward?
Ere shaken my mortal, chanting Rama Rama
Shall be the best resort to replace the wasted.
So Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Hare Rama!
yeah hare ram hare rama............he is the ultimate truth......a good write......
Painful, poignant yet it comes as a powerful stroke of reality. I donno if I shud praise or pray. I would do both.... Ur words have a power in them, let the poems be a productive outlet of energy..... Read my poem called let's dream and empires of future....
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4/23/2024 9:56:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
when i was doiing my college i was a lot into computers..one of my uncle asked me...can computer make a coffee for me...excepting thinking computer can do everything i said...computer only process our logic...if our logic in the program is wrong it fails...may be in that age i never thought of LOVE at all...i feel the home makers would stand to play the biggest role for a good new generation...my mom was not educated..not talented in any art..a fantastic gardener...a great cook..what stands out even today is the love and care she had for me...no regrets mam...no need to....mam my 13 yr old daughter has written a thriller story...almost 60 poets have given their comments on it..your comment will be a blessing...how do i send it to you...my gmail address is lsn2222@gmail.com...please tell me mam