I wrote this poem on a one of those ‘bad mamma’ days. I did not publish it then. Today, as I read it, I think of the nation- Does Mother India feel this way too – with everything that’s happening now?
There are days that feel terribly wrong
I wander, a lonely soul in the throng
My peace and sanity plundered – misunderstood
Stranded, discarded like dead wood.
At times such as these, I float like a cloud –
To watch over, I’ve vowed –
to take the madness in
And to keep my calm, in the din.
Doubts rise high – will these waves serve their purpose?
My patience has run its course
Is it worth the pain, the sacrifice-
Or are these- sweet, white lies?
Slippery tongues do havoc wreak
My confidence – I hear it creak;
Lashing out fierce whips
So sharp – my heartbeat skips.
Melancholic, I wonder, ‘Where did I go wrong?’
A voice within says, ‘Now’s the time to be strong-‘
‘They’re breaking through hard ground
Don’t you, get yourself wound.’
‘Let your love endlessly pour
And show them you still have loads in store-
To help strengthen their wings
And to deflect their barbs and stings
For you are the cloud that stashes,
away the tears and washes –
away the dirt
and quenches the thirst.
So Mamma, oh Mamma, stay strong
And know your teaching shan’t go wrong.’
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