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Lets Not Me.


A feel not to mingle with others

being  an unopposed dominance

lets not me to become familiar.

 

It could be a strange one  as such

could explain nothing more to it

lets me to remain to myself.

 

The thought, of keeping aloof  and alone ,

could have descended from my ancestors

lets me to live apart from the rest.

 

Trace I back to my roots in a while

could not find anybody to that style

lets me to stay away from the others.

 

Not possible to get back to the one  of ages

I come back to the days of recent

lets me to rest within myself .

 

Came I closer to my days of yesteryears

could finally locate the kind in my mother

lets me to withdraw from the world.

 

The likeness could be  similar in ways

no better could a daughter be than the mother

lets me to behave like the mother almost.

 

 

 

 

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Poetry

Call Me What You Want.


Call me what you want
as I am daughter
to my parents
a wife to my husband
a sister to my siblings
a mother to my children.

Call me what you want
according to your age
if young call me granny
if an adult address me as aunt
if a little older as sister
anyway, relationshipas you please.

Call me what you want
never call me a wife
as I could be to only one
a relation not to be shared
a connection very exclusive
once and only for a lifetime.

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thoughts

Did I Not?


Did I not tell you?
said the mother to her son
Did I not warn you?
said the mother to her daughter.
Did I not bear with you?
said the tired wife to her husband.
How many did I not?
I hear all around
I throw my towels
that be the last
Did I not?
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thoughts

Nemesis


Mother and daughter
a bondage that would last
got snapped in between

The son did
for his own personal interest
the mother believed.

The daughter lost
more so the maternal love
suffered a lot.

The son gained
usurped the daughter’s share too
all tactfully done.

The mother died
the relationship never got better
the daughter downestranged daughter.cast.

The son revels
having got a bigger share
happiest he be.

The nemesis would
strut in catch him unaware
disaster befell him.

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break Love Son thoughts

Love Changes All


It is a   very long  travel all the more,

Very far from home,

Too much different from home,

Bound by love and affection all the more.

 

Living  under the same roof,  all the way

Is nevertheless a strife  all through the day,

Looking  at each other all the time

Is an awesome bother most of the time.

 

It has been the way of life shortly,

Flying tempers  break the monotony,

Shaking the basics  of harmony,

Finally seeking shelter in shelves solitary.

 

It was drive  clouded with hesitation,

It was a  long  flight across to the destination,

The tired mind encountered a warm reception,

Endowing a resourceful inspiration


It was  pure affection and love,

Emanating from  a son beloved,

Brought up as a  precious jewel  all above 

Stands exposed to the vagaries of time in the strove 

 

Nudging close to me he learnt alphabets,

Lying on my lap he counted numbers  to a test

Numeric got their value in their  best,

Letters put together rocked  in their  crest.

 

He grew  in my shadow,

Letters pushed the numbers below,

Writing overtook counting in the flow

Creating a “Man Of Letters” in a full glow.

 

His writing took its wings,

Away he flew from me 

To places far beyond the shores in swings

Bringing laurels to him and pride to me all the more.

 

Rising up in stature  he remains fair,

His nest got enlarged  in  the  fare,   

A dedicated wife to take care ,

A  quick-witted daughter to  share.

 

Enjoyed every moment   of my sojourn,

An unknown place became known,

A biting cold took a bearable tone ,

Well! Love  gets enthroned  in an exclusive zone.