THIS POEM OF MINE EXPRESSES THE DILEMMA EVERY PARENT FACES WHILE RAISING THEIR CHILDREN , THAT IF THEY SHOULD CATER TO THE SOCIETY’S NORMS, DO EVERYTHING ACCORDING TO THE TEXTBOOK , BELIEVING THAT THEIR CHILD IS PERFECT BECAUSE THEY ARE WORKING HARD TO MAKE THEM SO ,SOMETIMES IGNORING THEIR MISTAKES AND DIFFICULTIES IN THE PROCESS WHICH ENDS UP IN DISTANCING THEM FROM THEIR CHILD TO THE EXTENT THAT THE CHILD CLOSES THE ONLY DOOR BETWEEN THEM THAT IS OF LOVE AND WARMTH EVENTUALLY ITS JUST BOTH OF THEM LEFT ALONE IN THEIR OWN WORLDS ,THEIR OWN FEELINGS AND THEIR OWN WOUNDS!
I HAVE USED A MOTHER AS A REPRESENTATIVE OF THE PARENT CLAN SINCE SHE IS THE ONE WITH THE MOST OF THE WORRIES AND RESPONSIBILITIES TO KEEP THE BALANCE BETWEEN HER FAMILY AND SOCIETY WE LIVE IN , DAUGHTER BEING THE REPRESENTATIVE OF CHILDREN CLAN HERE I MAY SEEM A LITTLE BIASED BUT I GUESS SHE IS ONE WITH MOST STEREOTYPES, JUDGEMENTS AND RULES AND REGULATIONS THROWN HER WAY!!
LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER!!
My daughter is Perfect
That’s a mythical Fact
But regardless I tell it to every soul, sounding like bees
After all it’s my meticulous mannerisms that she embodies
A perfect girl, a perfect student, a perfect friend
A perfect sister and a perfect woman she must be till the end Does anything below perfect makes sense
My teachings and my upbringing is no nonsense
So what if she sometimes oversteps in anger
As long as nobody knows no words they utter or matter
Nobody will ever find out about those cracks
I already covered it diligently with my hacks
One day they said their daughter is a lot too free
I said mine’s perfect she buried all that trash into debris
Terrified by the thought that the little rejections I face nowadays
Aren’t some revolt in near future, I’ve got to stop it anyways… Nobody can know the imperfections beneath the perfection I drew Nobody can know that the image I presented is real but few Nobody can know that I nitpicked these colors from a black sea Nobody can know that my own course examination failed me Nobody can know that my self hasn’t had a respect to serve but an ego well fed
Nobody can know those damn table manners didn’t mind when freedom bled But what if they got to know
That all this was just a show
Oh ! No! This is what the most I fear
‘Pity her, Like mother like daughter’ to hear
Never, ever can this happen
Won’t let it fall before it ripen
Just until she gets married , no more
Safe from that beautiful inquisitive ocean, ashore
Pretentious Perfect Panorama cannot fall
It’s to secure Her fortune and welfare after all
Water, soil and twig support, gave it all I could recall
At the end hidden from the sun, it’s warm rays made it fall
Anxious about an angry outburst, rightfully I suppressed
Seems to be a plea of Acceptance that She pressed
Being a Perfect Mother to a Perfect Daughter was my goal
Unaware of Her wish for her flaws and awes welcomed as whole I wanted to be the Mother who presented Her heart to Her son’s request Forgot what warmth of love it can provide when itself is just a Cold chest!!
Hope I succeed in conveying my feelings to you all and would like to listen to your thoughts on it too!!