Old mother writes to her son
(Based on a Whatsapp Write up.Thanks to the author)
The son whom I fondled ,
Holding him above my head,
Has grown up so much,
That he is taller than my head,
I have a fear about him,
That during one of these days,
He may harshly tell me,
“Do not interfere in my affairs”
And This is my letter to him.
Oh son , even forgetting yourself ,
Do not ever tell me like that,
I would go away to my God,
In this very young age itself.
You used to ask me questions,
And I used to answer them ,
Without ever getting bored,
And never ever saying “no”.
Like you , I also may ask you questions ,
Just like a baby , though I am not one,
Please never ever shout at me ,
Do not ever shout at me and say” shut up.”
I am an innocent one who is older,
Who can never ever suffer a pain,
And if you shout , I would start,
Sobbing uncontrollably for a long time
While you were a little baby ,
I used to lift all the rice that you spilled
While taking your food and as my fingers are old,
Some rice may fall on the ground, do not chide me.
My kidney might have lost its strength,
Due to that some urine might have spilled,
Please do not show an angry face and say “nasty”
For even today the smell of your urine is there in my sari tips
I should die when I do have the ability ,
To walk and reach the cremation ground ,
Please my son please never even think of,
Admitting me in any old age home.
I was a blood donor to you and transformed,
My blood in to milk and made you drink it with glee ,
So please never ever leave me to suffer ,
And at least once allow me to sleep on your lap.
When my soul leaves from my body ,
Please be near me , with affectionate tears ,
And I beg for this favour , with folded hands,
Your mother who forever cherished and loved you.
You know me and you have affection towards me ,
I want you to see the motherly feminineness in me ,
I know you will cry after reading this , don’t cry,
But honour all females, Thank you my son.