My Progenitor along my Father,
She loves me as if She'll take care,
Of me and my needs today & forever.
My Mother is an inspiration for me,
She has tasted success after toiling for it,
Harder in nights than in days totally.
My studies were Her priority in my school days,
She is no different in these different college days,
Never does She let her mind divert Her gaze.
My language skills, I inherited from Herself,
She taught me Hindi, English & Kannada,
I learnt and honed the Sanskrit by myself.
My German & French are elementary, but,
She never discourages me or calls my efforts,
To learn them both, with passing time, rudimentary.
My health has been Her top priority,
She ignored Her own & there was a difficulty,
Her knees gave away and needed to be replaced.
My Father loves me too but my Mother is special,
She left Her beloved Karnataka to marry my father,
Now She looks after my Father as I am alright.
I am lucky, very lucky indeed, that I have them,
She is a living legend married to Another,
This poem is more about Her and a bit about my caring father too.
My Mother taught me how to speak,
How to speak and how to live, not just once,
But along my Father, she taught it all twice.
My Mother, along my Father, defines God,
Probably this is the case with everybody,
But few realise it when Death makes a ****.
I have seen her weeping for me when I was unwell,
Now it's my obligatory duty apart from a natural one,
Her I shall make proud along with my father, not just once but always.
A slam poem that I wrote on 25 October 2018.
Place: Exhibition Unit, National Dairy Research Institute campus, Karnal
My HP Poem #1725
©Atul Kaushal
