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The Link


A close-knit community steeped in tradition

framed rules and customs of fascination

be the one of the gifts to daughters

being a strange practice and a little wonder

establishes a link with the mother’s family

found in the form of gifts during festivals really

while the parents extend it with affection  truly

the brothers later  go about with a duty  effectively

the next generation thinks it a trouble strictly

depending on the longevity of life inadvertently

the custom continues without a break

mainly during Deepavali, Pongal  and other stakes

an amount is fixed from the time of her marriage

rendered without a break till the end of her age

a token of love could we abbreviate it  exactly

the Nagarathar community sticks to it religiously.Craft1

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A Birthday Wish


three year old-boy-sitting-in-wooden-toy-car-over-white-background-with-60251032It is  the little one’s  birthday

a day to remember

joyful for the  big children

great for the parents

especially to the mother

the little one would find

no difference whatsoever

yet  gets elated mightily

when everyone sing

the Birthday song.

chimes with them

“Happy Birthday to you”

knowing not the meaning

plays with his friends

that too for a while

goes back with his pet toy

being a car in his case

revels pushing it far and near

more or less he is lost

being  in his own world

a place where innocence prevails

where imagination overwhelms

away from the mundane in a way

into a world of fantasy and fascination

Happy Birthday to  you my little grandson.

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The Advice I Breached ——-An Intimate Story


It was a decade back, I think so

chaotic it was on that day

remember it was a Pongal day

a call early morning woke me that day.

I heard of a disaster early in the morning

my parents got marooned in their home in the morning

the police were around for reasons known early in the morning

demanding them to pay the cotton dues so early in the morning.

My brother called me and spoke worriedly

bade me come at once to the place hurriedly

I broke down and cried bitterly

shaken almost to the core really.

My husband and sons came to my rescue

comforted me as much as they could in a view

saying,  nothing unceremonious is due

quietened me and cleared my mind off the blue.

The phone rang continuously

my brother pleaded me to come immediately

I stood helplessly all the more shaking vigorously

my heart fluttered intermittently.

My husband intruded at that time

kindly told me not to panic  this time

your presence would not be needed during the time

thinking for a while I acceded gracefully this time.

It was the other way in a short period

the third call from  my brother  serious

snapped  my resolution into pieces

I dashed   knowing not I would be torn into pieces.

I stood dumbfounded as I entered

the police had encircled

my father was deeply disturbed

not to say about my poor mother.

I rushed to them sobbing

the police detained me by pushing

I took my mother in  my arms tightly

only to be cursed by my father acrimoniously.

Know not why my father was furious all through

I consoled my mother and caressed her all through

much to the chagrin of my dad very untrue

who  stared at me with anger with rye.

Even then my love for them was out of bounds

I did not mind my dad’s thoughts  in the bound

I approached the Officers  with a prayer and a bond

begged them to let the couple free from the round.

The stranger be the Official, I am not familiar

listened to me with a patience very similar

would have conceded to my pleas in a similar

if not for my father’s interruption very unfamiliar.

The Police officer  could not understand the status

the father accusing a daughter hocuspocus

his reasons being baseless and bogus

took me aside and  forced me to go  from the focus.

That day saw the end of my relationship with my dad

it might sound incredible and bad

my husband whisked me away as quick as possible all sad

my sons followed us  with heads held high in a way glad.

The brother who called  in so many tries

did not come at the time of the crisis

he was behind the curtains literally  shy

perhaps it was his plot to trap  me.

I do not blame him or my  other siblings

nor do I accuse my parents of their inklings

it was my folly that has brought this foreboding

well, I could never forget the day to my husband

Entirely away from my parents for the rest of my days

I sought relief in my own family through the days

if only I had listened to my husband that day

I would have been celebrated all the days.

It is destiny my heart cries.

it is impertinence my mind points out.

Whatever it was I was shattered

never could a father behave so atrocious.

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.”

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I Adhere To My Mother’s Advice


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”mother comforting daughter  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.

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.”

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The Way I was Brought UP


hanna-parents-5The 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.

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Seeks Alms


There is no food for the child

no clothes  enough for the child

stands bare bodied the little child

the hair lies dishevelled on the child

the eyes send a pain from the child

the thin  hands of the  poor child

hesitantly comes forward in steps  mild

extends her hand slowly to the passersby, poor child

pierces the heart with a stab though in a hide

then the girl  carrying a child

knocks at the car windows  for a while

those in the car drive her wild

wipes her tears with no  shy

walks back to make  another try

her mother is about to die

poor girl, she could not muster a pie.child begs

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Apple Of My Mother’s Eye


The pictures of me when young

looking very robust and strong

smiling with no worries at all

cherubic and chubby in all

eyes glittering with a twinkle

the skin  showing no wrinkles

the thoughts very much clear

the outlook was none of fear

moving  with ease all around

spreading happiness  in rounds

was  an apple of my mother’s eye

though a little reserved and a bit shy

I lived like a princess in the household

which now looks dilapidated  and is applein many folds.