By
Surya Suresh
(Aval Vikatan, October 27, 2006)
Translated By
P.R.Ramachander
Oh mummy dear, unfortunately your Bus,
Always daily comes before my auto.
When I return from school,
To an empty home, mummy dear,
It appears to me as if there is nothing there.
Mummy, you who return home at nine P.M daily,
And daddy who will try to come by eleven,
Appear as some hazy shadows to me,
When I dream of you both at my school.
Nowadays I am bored stiff
With Tom and Jerry and POGO TV,
I am tired of the snacks in the Fridge
And your endearing voice in cell phone, Mummy
Why is it that you who are an ace,
In setting up the drawing room, Mummy,
Are not able to understand me
Who thirsts for your loving touch?
Like you who know how to postpone
Household work to Sundays,
I have also become an expert
In postponing my hankerings for your love.
The house maid who looks after me,
Becomes a temporary Mummy to me,
During those times I feel that
It would be better, if I am born to her.
To make people understand
That I am your son, Mummy
You always brag about
How well I do in my class,
What are you going to do,
To make me understand that ,
You are my Mummy, dear?
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