(This is a small poem written years back for my daughter, when she was still a kid.)
'Why Sunday? '
My daughter asked.
'His work done, God rested
on the seventh day
and it was Sunday',
I concluded.
Sunday,
A week's work done
I rested in my armchair
A book in my hand.
In her study
She tried to convince
her mother, in vain.
Finally,
Exasperated
She asked me again
'Why Sunday? '
'Rest, dear,
A week's work done, ' I said.
'Just tell her that, '
She said, 'and let me play.'
I realised then, she, the mother,
Never had a Sunday!
Poet Magadha Rani has added this poem to her favourites. Thank you Dear Poet. And Bri for the top score
This poem, I always cherish as a praise to Motherhood. I remember the true love of all mothers to their children. Selfless
Excellent thought provoking poem. Today is 1st day of May. I took a legal awareness class for the women laborers. I told them only mothers and housewives are laborers having no holidays or income...
Very true. You got mymessage right. Thank you dear poet
Thank you Evelyn. Your precious time and your dearest comments
Though the poet has taken two other characters, "his daughter" and "he, himself". They are outside the boundary of the title of this poem ….for which the poet mentions in the note: one-sided view on life….the title is justified and the poem is appreciated.
You have analysed the poem quite deeply and come out with the real findings. I had not noticed that! Yes, the protagonist of the story (now I realise this) is the MOTHER. THANK YOU, d
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I give five stars.
I think, Bri is right. I should have imparted more clarity. Sure. On the other side, it still is a man's world. Man (me included) refuses to share the tasks at home voluntarily. They remain as woman's tasks.. Thank you Bri