Prayer poems of Him and Her to their dear God
Not to take them first
( All the married couples in the world , know that One of them would die first . When they both become old and are awaiting death, The silken bond of deep love that ties them would always make them think that, the one who survives will suffer. Here are the thoughts of “Her” followed by thoughts of “Him”.)
1.Her plea to her God
Do not take me first Oh God , to the land and heaven of yours.
For husband mine, does not know even how to boil a tea,
And all that he knows is to simply shout helplessly ,
For me , to bring this or that and me to cook this or that.
Once I leave him as an orphan in this land which is alien to him,
He may not even know how to ask what he needs ,
From all those young girls that I leave behind,
And would rather forego all his needs and all his wants.
Poor one used to slowly get up from his dear desk,
And peep in my kitchen when he wants a second tea,
And stare at me helplessly , like a little babe ,
Expecting me to ask, “Do you want anything dear?
Poor one used to blink his eyes like that of a bird,
When he is sick or when he is in great pain ,
With a pitiable mien, and call me “oh dear”
And I would know that he needs to be taken care of
Though he had tons of sugar within him,
And barrels of oil all over his blood.
He would want more Payasam than I give,
And would be opening all jars in search of fried Papads.
What will he do when his dear daughter in law,
Who has few kids to be taken care of, several bosses to answer,
Is in charge of the factory of all the he needs-the kitchen,
For he cannot go and ask her for a second cup of tea,
Little more payasam and lots and lots of papads fried.
If he does one day, that day that harried young girl ,
Would tell his dear son when he comes home tired,
“I cannot look after your father old ,
Who has cravings for all that he should not eat.”
When he is slightly sick and feels that he has feaver,
When he is having pain in the leg or his head,
How can he dare ask , her who is drowned in work,
“Can you touch my forehead and see if it is hot,
Can you massage my leg and keep a hot pad over it?”
Oh God , if you do take me away to your world ,
Leaving my helpless , short tempered companion behind,
He who does not know how to weep and cry,
Would become so miserable in this human world.
So please God , do not take me first to your land
2.Prayer of Him to His God
Do not take me first to your pretty heaven oh God,
Leaving her whom I love in this world alone,
For all that she knows is to heavenly cook,
And go to the temple to chant some meaningless prayers.
She always thinks that money grows on a tree,
And whenever she needs anything to buy,
All that she needs is to shout at me, “Oh dear,
Salt is over, so is the oil,Rice is over, so is the Atta.”
She does not ever seem to know that,
The little money that I have saved and invested,
Needs to be looked after like a babe and cajoled,
And brought home so that I can fulfill her demands
She has been ruling her kitchen like a queen,
And produce craziest and tastiest dishes there,
For me and all other eager members of our family,
So that each of us in our mind ceaselessly worship her.
But once I leave , the queen would be demoted,
And the keys of the kitchen would change hands,
And our modern daughter in law , an expert,
In Chinese and Italian dishes, would cook only them,
And my dear wife, has to eat only those with tears in her eyes.
All these days she was the real head of the family ,
Doing all that she wanted and buying all that she liked,
Without any one else to say “no” or “yes,”
But tomorrow, When I am gone , she would have,
To pleadingly look at our son for all her needs.
More crazy would be this world towards her,
Because she would become a lady of bad omen,
To be neglected , laughed at and spoken ill off,
Because she did not die when I was alive.
Oh God of Gods , some how I would manage ,
In this cruel and bitter world without her,
Because I would have money and knowledge,
With which I could get all that I need,
And so do not take me before her , Oh God.