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The Angry Little Girl


Throwing her school bag

the little one rushed to me

pitching herself against me

she made daring gestures.

Know not why she was angry

got her by the frills of her frock

querying the reason for her anger

I got not a lovely smile usually being hers.

Caught in a turmoil and apprehension

thinking how to bring back her to her usual self

I sat silent for a while with patience untold

putting up with her tantrums all the same.

Having been quite some time

she came to me with heads down

saying she had a bad time at school

getting reprimanded by her teacher .

I let her at that level

not bothering her with my curiosity

as I knew it would intensify further

took hold of her and ran my fingers through her hair

angry girl

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Making Of A Son


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.images (59)

Hail to thee the mother of a son

may your tribe increase.