it being an admonition
a chiding from a mother
a punishment from her
for having performed bad
not once or twice but always
getting poor and poorer in the go
making her to stand before the crowd
where other mothers boast of their sons’ prowess
she being there with a bowed head
and with down cast eyes
tears coming down the cheeks
having to undergo such situations
not being a few but many
she reprimanded herself rather harshly
having borne a child so bad in studies
he having brains in tons
never into the studies from day one
playful and boisterous
climbing up the trees
when he ought to do the assignments
she running behind him with a stick
he dodging and getting up
where she could no longer reach
this play had been all through
leaving her helpless and sad
now she is a ta the receiving end
with the school authorities blaming her
a plight wholly pathetic and compassionate
being a mother she has no choice
but owe up for her son’s fault
a precarious situation she be in
a delinquency she has to face
and face did she all the while
having made her son a professional
being adorned with laurels and honours
acclaimed by those who derided him
a n impressive change she had brought into
with a determination and gusto.
Hail to thee the mother of a son
may your tribe increase.
Meenas Poems 