Insignificant ' Karwa Chauth' Poem by Jorawar Walia

Karwa Chauth - A normal day with a lot of significance
An Indian tradition with a fling of male dominance
Marriages are made in heaven but hearts beat on earth,
Indian girls are taught to respect all, right from their birth.

Karwa Chauth, for my family, holds no more significance
As I lost my dad and we all feel his absence.
This is an occasion to which my family has said goodbye
I still hope someone stands up and say: 'Your Dad's departure is a Lie'.

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I know..... today my mother will cry
She will smile and lie when I'll ask her WHY
Mom, why are you crying? Don't be sad, don't even try,
O! Beta, I am not crying .... There is something in my Eye.

I know there is something in her eye which keeps on coming back
But I don't have the courage to tell her that it's Dad.


She clean my dad's photo frame with her dupatta
Then she innocently says, ' Photo oute pe gaya se kaata'

I smile back as I know the truth, I know the base,
She simply needs an excuse to touch her husband's face
She cries there..... I cry here
But papa is still found no where.

She no longer applies henna, nor she waits for moon,
We both often wonder, why he left us so soon.
She cry all by herself which makes me extremely sad
Karwa chauth why do you bring tear in my mom's eye? ... You are very bad


'Veero Kudiye Karwara, Sarv Suhagan Karwara
A Katti Na Ateri Naa, Kumbh Chrakhra Feri Naa.......'

These lines are fresh, they still echo in my ear
My Mom use to sing them for her husband dear.
Every married women performs puja for their soul-mate,
My mom sits in the corner and bravely face the fate.

I think my mom still keeps fast for the soul of my father
Her immense love send shivers down my spine, I sometimes bother
These occasions, festivals often put us to test
Rest, we can't fight with god, as he knows the Best.

J. Walia