My mother is one of the most influential person in my life. She has contributed a great deal into my life. And her experiences, good and bad, have taught me a lot of lessons in life. She is one person who works really hard and harder every day. So, here's one poem for her that i wrote in a workshop under the poet Roger Robinson.
It is an evening after sunset.
The evening bells of prayer
From nearby temple
Fill the air.
The birds are chirping
Back to their nests.
Everyone is retreating.
But her work has just begun.
She sits there at her table
Attentive to each detail
Her eyes focussed
To the size of pinheads.
Each paper around seeks her attention.
Answers that are marked
Need to be checked.
Complaints to be answered.
But the clock ticks away.
Mercilessly.
Why does he not stop?
Give her time to rest.
Move in her relaxed pace.
Why beed he rush?
The papers are sitting on her desk
For days now.
May be they are more comfortable here.
May be they are snoring.
Their stench fills the air.
Like the saw dust
Chipped off by a craftsman.
The chalk dust she carries from the class room,
Does not leave her.
As her lessons and influence
Never not leave her students.
My mother is a teacher.
Her lesson to me is
"Talk less & work more.
For yourself and others."
4 comments:
so sooo good......
hey..really nice!
When I can simply claim that I can describe Mother better than u.... my clain is only for my own mother.....
So how u explain Mother in ur poem is yet another repetition of what had been said for ages about the most BENEVOLENT and LOVEABLE person in God's creation, i.e. Momther....
But the striking feature of ur composition is the way u make ur realise .... that Mother has roles to play... and her role begins when all other character in the stage of Life ends their part .... curtains after curtains,,,,scene after scene..... play after play......
Give that mom of ur's a Howdy!!!!! frm me mam...............
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