May 2020
How could they forget hands and palm
That used to cook and feed them delicacies
How could'nt they pay homage in person…
To lady who succumbed to medical intricacies
As per my mom guests were gods
Indians were loyal to donor of salt…
With times Indians’ve sadly changed
Moral obligations have come to a halt
Gone're days everybody relied on Vedas
They now attach little value to their past
Development’s what drives general psyche
It is now all about dams, road and asphalt
Friends are to the extent they serve interest
Parents’ wishes are no longer the command
Primary school teachers are fit to be forgotten
Only successful gurus are much in demand
God's there or not, nobody wants to know
Can His regimen enhance level of one’s life,
Love and loyalty are no longer a big deal,
Welcome are bounties from family of wife.
Country is wherever they chose to live
Life will have to be a happy travelogue
Whole world has become a global village,
One’ll adopt any custom-culture in vogue.
That used to cook and feed them delicacies
How could'nt they pay homage in person…
To lady who succumbed to medical intricacies
As per my mom guests were gods
Indians were loyal to donor of salt…
With times Indians’ve sadly changed
Moral obligations have come to a halt
Gone're days everybody relied on Vedas
They now attach little value to their past
Development’s what drives general psyche
It is now all about dams, road and asphalt
Friends are to the extent they serve interest
Parents’ wishes are no longer the command
Primary school teachers are fit to be forgotten
Only successful gurus are much in demand
God's there or not, nobody wants to know
Can His regimen enhance level of one’s life,
Love and loyalty are no longer a big deal,
Welcome are bounties from family of wife.
Country is wherever they chose to live
Life will have to be a happy travelogue
Whole world has become a global village,
One’ll adopt any custom-culture in vogue.
PREAMBLE TO POEM
Confluence of Mother Day with his son’s birthday
Mothers down the years have influenced poetry writing. Notable among them in India was Muslim Poet, Raskan, who somehow developed devotion to Hindu God (Lord Krishna) to the extent of rendering poem after poems in His name. It was his mother, as the folklore goes, who suggested him to use common language instead of Persian he was quite good at.
As I understand from website news, first tutor for Keats was also his mother.
In fact, one gets first letter of language from mothers only and she is the one who helps first a child to take his or her first foot forward. It is she who molds one’s walk or the gait.
I never knew that recapitulating her teachings and thoughts about time with her would result in poems, that too in English …a language she hardly spoke but could make out what other guy is talking about, thanks to her old experience of English-speaking people at home.
Mother's Day in 2017 was sadly on Sunday, the 14th of May (14/5/2017) which is my birthday and I lost my mother last year on April 9.
She had a flair for life and she lived it fully till the age of 87… always insisting on moral order not far away from humanism and her own religion. But at the end she had laments which can be expressed in verses below:
Confluence of Mother Day with his son’s birthday
Mothers down the years have influenced poetry writing. Notable among them in India was Muslim Poet, Raskan, who somehow developed devotion to Hindu God (Lord Krishna) to the extent of rendering poem after poems in His name. It was his mother, as the folklore goes, who suggested him to use common language instead of Persian he was quite good at.
As I understand from website news, first tutor for Keats was also his mother.
In fact, one gets first letter of language from mothers only and she is the one who helps first a child to take his or her first foot forward. It is she who molds one’s walk or the gait.
I never knew that recapitulating her teachings and thoughts about time with her would result in poems, that too in English …a language she hardly spoke but could make out what other guy is talking about, thanks to her old experience of English-speaking people at home.
Mother's Day in 2017 was sadly on Sunday, the 14th of May (14/5/2017) which is my birthday and I lost my mother last year on April 9.
She had a flair for life and she lived it fully till the age of 87… always insisting on moral order not far away from humanism and her own religion. But at the end she had laments which can be expressed in verses below:
