The book on daughters
Dedicated to my friends who are as lucky as me to have a daughter
Translated in to English ,
(Here is a pretty collection of poems about daughters written in Tamil, posted in face book by my friend Chandrasekaran Vembu. I am giving the tamil text below my translation. Having had a darling daughter , these poems touched the raw wound in my heard , when she left me after marriage)
1.As soon as she was born,When my daughter
They gave the light red coloured angel,
Wrapped in a white cloth,
My heart was like her two eyes,
Moving within her eye lids.
2.When my daughter was drawing Rangoli,
Some Gods were waiting with hope till it ends,
So that they could live on that Rangoli forever
3.The mind which never gets ever satisfied,
When scoops of food is offered,
Gets satisfied when my daughter gives a pinch of food.
4.When my daughter was serving rice for me ,
The plate contained little rice ,
But it was full of ebbing joy.
5.Every night I used to watch the face,
Of my sleeping daughter,
Except for this I do not do any meditation
6.She put a thilak and went away
I used to move my eye brows,
To make it in their middle
7.AS soon as my daughter was born ,
I used to hold and caress her little finger,
Possibly remembering that ,
Wherever we go, she holds my little finger.
8,My home gets filled up,
Due to the feet of my daughter
9.The wet kiss that my daughter gave ,
Makes my memories wet
10.Though all the drinking water in the jug,
Got spilled out when my daughter brought it ,
All my thirst was quenched,
11.She always used to lie down on my chest,
And gave me a pillow to use ,
When she is not there,
I am gasping for breath.
12.When I cry,
My daughter with her little hands,
Removes the tear pond of mine,
And completely dries it away
13,When my daughter got angry ,
I begged for her pardon kneeling down,
And as she is not god,
She immediately pardoned me
14,When my daughter draws birds,
If they fly away immediately ,
When she would be able to complete the picture
15,When my daughter gets angry,
I sit very near her,
When she raises her head for reconciliation,
If I am not there ,
The poor one’s face will fade.
16.My daughter who was counting the stars slept,
But in spite of my telling again and again,
Those stars were waiting till morn.
17.My daughter is adamantly saying,
That I have to rescue the moon from the flower pot,
Where by mistake it has fallen down,
And now when I have fallen down in to her affection,
Only the moon can save.
18,While my daughter was naming the stars,
Four stars were sufficient for her,
Father, mother , brother and herself