The way I was brought up
in grace and comfort all in ups
yet with a discipline untold
never was allowed to fold
learnt the lessons of life either wise
both hard and easy in tries
a mother always firm and watchful
a father mostly busy but wonderful
in a surround genial and generous
guests hopped and flocked most times
food served with warmth all times
did nothing of the household chores
yet observed them with a force
directions came from mom then and there
earned distinctions and prizes fair
excelled in music and dance all the more
never was allowed to come to the fore
a restriction on socializing was implemented
a freedom on activities special got supplemented
with in-house tutors and books to assist
read with interest not once desisted
altogether was fondled and shaped with caution
Did I rise up to my mom’s expectation?
She goaded me to do more and more
and wanted me to reach the galore.
That much I know of my mother’s wish
know not whether I attained the status.
Meenas Poems 