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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This is a very emotional and poignant poem, Smitha. Wishing you all the very best for 2020.
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Thank you Robbie for the appreciation and the good wishes. Wishing you a very Happy 2020!
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Thank you for visiting my blog and the follow and the kind words on my poem! I am happy to follow you back! Your words are very powerful and meaningful. Best to you, always!
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Thank you Margie for your warm words. Looking forward to reading more of your writing. Merry Christmas to you and your family!
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Smith’s, I enjoyed the poem. I have been following some of the situation in India, and I am concerned with what I have read. As you write, stay strong.
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Thank you! Yes, its a confusing time- what’s happening and what’s being said or what comes in the media. Merry Christmas to you!
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Lovely thoughts Smitha, articulated with the right emotions but may I say who cares? History tells us that people have to rise to the occasion to save the honor, get slain and offer more. Mother India has seen a lot and has always emerged stronger.
Please read this poem by Carl Sandburg:
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Thank you so much. So glad you liked it. It’s really sad what’s happening. In the current age and awareness around us, I hadn’t thought such a thing could happen but it is. Yes, Mother India will survive and come out stronger but it’s such a waste of time and resources – all these unnecessary changes in the Constitution.
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Oh please let me know which poem to read of Carl Sandburg
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I Am the People, the Mob by Carl Sansburg is the poem. I had pasted a link, wordpress seems to have erased it! Let’s see if this stays this time:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45036/i-am-the-people-the-mob
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