This day, I remember
the passing of my mother
I recall the pleasant memories
the ones of love and affection
she being so dear.
The unpleasant ones
the acts of resntment and dislike,
come up with a vigour.
It is hard to wipe away the thoughts
as the hurt was unexpected and
unforeseen in any annals.
I went through the ordeal
with a stoicism. I believe,
I have overcome.
Did I really? I ask myself.
Didn’t I? I question in person.
I did, I cry inconosolably.
I look at her picture.
She smiles. At whom?
I do not know.
Ma, your love and care
your neglect and disregard
have made me what I am.
Meenas Poems 