Prayer poems of Him and Her to their dear God
Not to take them first
By
P.R.Ramachander
( 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.
1 comment:
namaskaram sir:
It really moved me when I read this article. I think most of us feel this but you have done a good job in writing down them.
Jai Rama
Kumar
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