Pradheep Vi
Std “B” Sec
By
Surya Suresh
Translated by
P.R.ramachander
Daily ,before
my auto comes,
Oh mother , your
bus unfortunately arrives.
When I return home
from the school ,
When I see the
house without any body ,
I feel as if
there is nothing there.
When I recollect you who
would certainly come before
nine pm ,
And father who
tries his best to come before eleven pm
,
In my school , alas , I get only a
faint image.
Nowadays Tom and
Jerry and POGO TV have become very
boring
The snacks on the
fridge and your voice in cell phone, has become drab.
Oh mother How is
it that
you who know how to
decorate the drawing room,
Do not understand me who is longing
for your smooth touch?
Like you who knows how to post phone your
home work to Sundays,
I also have understood
how to post phone my anguishes and desires.
Using loving
words the maid who looks after me
,
Has become my temporary
mother,
At that time I feel
that it is better for me to be her son
To make others
understand that I am your son,
You boast with
others that I study well and score high
marks
But what are you
going to do to make me feel,
That You are my mother.
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