Where have you been?
quoth my mother
I go nowhere she knows throughout
still she asks so day in and day out.
A strict mother she was all through
her eyes always behind me
none could escape her watch
quick she was able to catch.
A good taskmaster she had been
rigorous in her coaching of subjects
excelled she in grammar and language
a small tense mistake was enough to enrage.
Drew she so well and beautiful
taught me the lines and sketch
I proved a perfect foil
her chidings forced me to recoil.
Music was her strength and passion
an accomplished veena player she was
I rose up to a level of expectations
never did I indulge in any improvisations.
Listened to her always with attention
the determination was her forte
much more did I yearn to be like her in all
could not reach her heights being a call.
The advice I received was not one in the flow
it was much idealism I imbibed from her
the most relevant being to be firm all through
whatever might be the course in true.
It happened so on one occasion
I broke down and cried all the way
unable to bear me crying so bitterly
she embraced me so warmly.
Never did she ask the reason
kept patting me for long
her fingers flowed through my hair
that way she extended care.
I folded and fell on her lap
only to be cajoled and coaxed all the more
I could not suppress my outburst
out came my hurt in expressions, not the best.
Having declared as the first rank holder
with a gold medal to deign forth
I came to know there was another one in the helm
being slotted to the coveted status of the realm.
My heart tore apart with a fierce disappointment
so far I was the only one in the field
how did another come up so sudden
left me in an unusual burden.
Hoping my mother would cry with me
looked up to find her reaction
smiled she with a condescendence
a little twinkle flashed with a reference.
She took my arms with such affection
squeezed my hand with a feeling
” buck up my child”
she broke the silence
you are still in the race more so in reverence.
Competition is always there in life
win or lose is the game we see all through
you have won and you would be triumphant
if you embolden and stay away from being rampant.
I did succeed that entry with flying colours
many more laurels came in my way
why the mother I loved so much turned hostile
yet I pursued with a diligence and succeeded in an exile.
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