I have seen it happening..
All Around me..
The SACRIFICES They make from Their Birth.
Their first cry is joyus for Their beholder,
And a point for concern to others..
Although everyone says & compares Them
To the Avatar of The Supreme Being
But They seldom get this Heaven on the Earth
Few plan their Killing..
I have seen it happening..
In the corridors of the schools
Even if They perform well,
The reasons are questioned
On how others were fooled..
I have seen it happening..
At home They are asked
To handle all the chores,
Why were not the boys taught the same
When they had no knowledge of discrimination
As to who should be responsible
And who should not be forced..
Does it sound Lame?
I have seen it happening..
When they are married off
To a Strange Life, With all the Promises
Some are too good to be true
and some for the sake.
They still remember their happy days
They Smile and Laugh within
And cry missing them while
Setting the Cradle with a cute heartache tucked in..
I have seen it happening..
How They set the Duvet
On Their dreams, wants, and needs ..
Having that reassuring smile always
Looking at which you feel
That you won’t have to plead..
I have seen it happening..
When their anger is mistaken for their will..
All that has been achieved till now
Was for, Because of it, And shall be for
The Metaphorical and Philosophical
Treasury Bill..
I have seen it happening..
When the life circle comes half way
Instead of enjoying, They start to feel that fear
When someday They will have to write to Their lads
I miss you so much Dear..
I have seen it happening..
When Their lads have grown up
And have attained the age for rage
Their Mother’s advices are more of an unnecessary voice
Which they miss when they are stuck in a sinful maze.
I have seen it happening..
When Their presence in itself becomes a pain.
Somehow you feel embarrassed and unapproved
Of the jokes that your Mother cracks at the time
When you were to impress someone
In return for a Stupid Grin.
I have seen it happening..
When they call to ask you
“How are you, My Love?”
I am fine Ma..
In half an hour, Can I Please call you?
Tic-Tok Tic-Tok
The time never comes
With each hangup, She gets disturbed
and Fearful of you.
I have seen it happening..
When with the happiness of the moment
She forgets her struggles
And her grown up suckers
Are quietly planning on how to get rid of
Her Slippers and Her Bags,
Which are not of troubling colours..
How can you do this to your Mother?
How can you live with that?
She is the only Soul who can offer you
a comfortable sleep on her Lap..
Wait for the day when the clock turns back
you shall feel the burden you had bestowed on her
When you will miss that smile on the face you could say
Oh, my Mother, Please call me back..
If there is still time,
For the time for Her is just your attention
Make good of your Sins you have committed
By Hugging Her, Kissing Her and
Saying to her with your heart,
“I will always be there for you Mom,
Like you were there for me,
Since the Beginning”
-Love your Mother.. She cares for you ..
-Aman
Beautifully written Aman.
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