By
Sunil Sharma
To a mother dear
Dear Ma
In the creases of your shrunk forehead
The slight tremors of bony hands
I find a personal saga of great courage
And unsung heroism.
You are motherhood epitomized.
Those tough years of widowhood
The silent tears
The daily chores, morning-night
The work pressures
Then the kitchen work of a life time
The bitterness of certain experiences
The overcoming of odds of a hard existence
The struggles against poverty that threatened
Your loving devotion to a youngest kid declared
A total failure by a callous system that
Recognizes marks and degrees by rote
And doctors and engineers only.
Some forty years ago
A poor child stood before you that failed to meet
Such cultural expectations but
You never showed disappointment in me
And always kept on smiling—still do at the age of 91
Your love and faith made me plod on
Your wrinkles are lyrics fashioned in the forge of time
Inspiring me to go on, despite being ordinary.
Life!
You said once
It is not about winning always or being wealthy
But, about being a good human being!
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