Just not a Mother
I always saw her as a mother,
I repent for not seeing her any other.
She was also a girl with gusto,
Fearless fetish vivacious,
Her smile buried deep sorrows,
Her desire to live was voracious.
But why I saw only a mother?
A girl sometimes peeped through beneath her duties,
A soul eager to live
Lost in the worldly niceties.
Why didn't I see a teenager?
Fun frolic coquettish-Oh! what a pleasure
But I saw you just as a mother,
A sage, provider, giver and nothing other.
In you I wanted only affection
For the world-child love is the only perfection,
Nothing else matter,
You're a mother- nothing other.
You cared for us round the clock
Watched every step like a hawk,
But it was also undeniably true
There was a woman curled up in you.
I never knew or bothered about your wish
To express it, probably you had to be selfish,
That's what all the world want
A widow should cry with her husband's urn.
But why didn't I see?
There is a woman in front of me!
Are you just a symbol of sacrifice?
For whose vice? Why did you always tried to be nice?
You reared me with love and care
But maa, where is your share?
Oh! I forgot, you cannot have any desire
that 'll ignite the world's ire.
But, why did I fail to see
A girl and a woman in thee?
I silently followed all
As though commitment was your only call.
Why did I see you as a mother?
Nothing other, nothing other.
You are just not a 'mother' for me
A living soul with dreams--you see,
I feel it as I am a mother now
But how does it matter anyhow?
Because it's been quite long,
Since you are gone, you are gone.