Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 507,693 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

She Was Stubborn - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

We were fighting numbers
I exactly recollect and remember
Mother had left some crackers
I accepted it like joker

I was fooled to believe
That cracker were over
The festival of light* (Dipawali) was coming on
The shopkeeper had closed shop and gone

In fact mother was afraid
I may pick up powerful crackers that were laid
It was plan they both had hatched and put in
I was given less powerful crackers much to my grin

I picked up one of unexploded cracker
It looked as if was not ignited proper
As soon as I picked up it in hand
It exploded and gave thick smoke of smoke and sand

I just closed the eyes and sat down
Eyes were getting big light circles unknown
They feared some partial blindness may take place
I was hurriedly taken to check up the case

Some of the fesivals certainly need precaution
Why this had occurred to me out of any relation?
Some of the festivals are celebrated with much fun fare
Elders think so much and do not allow the kids to dare

Mother took me to embrace as she was little worried
I consoled her as if nothing had happened
It was just a casual recurrence
She was assured everything with confidence

She smile with much of satisfaction
I was happy too with her indication
She was kind, generous and stubborn
Nothing could move her with little concern

Comments about She Was Stubborn by Hasmukh Amathalal

Read all 4 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012

[Report Error]