Man with a vision! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Child, its late, are you awake?
Ill pull up quilt and just fake.
He would walk away saying no hurry.
It’s bright and sunny but not to worry.
Oh, it’s his weekly off day.
I thought as I quietly lay.
He loved the family up and around.
House filled with laughter’s sound.
He was a man with vision,
And quietly on a mission.
Today I fondly reminisce
It’s been long since
Heard him recount his life
And how he met his wife.
A woman of substance,
Who learnt classical dance
Encouraged by dad
After four brats, she had.
You must follow your dream
He would say with pride and gleam.
While playing chess, a board game,
He would talk of success and fame.
And then laugh and say checkmate,
see, pay attention, not curse your fate.
Quote Rumi and Kabir
The so called wandering fakir.
I would yawn and playfully fight,
But now read the same for insight.
My mother in exasperation would tell
You are turning her into a rebel.
When I slowly and surely came of age,
Mother said let’s her marriage arrange.
Dear wait, to live a life of dignity
You must take the plunge with certainity.
Marriage is just one of the milestones
Girls with minds of their own feel forlorn.
You must give it almost all
But make time for self, however small.
Learn to be proactive
Perfection however is relative…
Oh dad, if only I had paid heed.
You sure knew me well indeed.
I am your girl I thought lying in bed
So no regrets, slow and sure tread.
You had such an open mind,
They no more make your kind.
No girl of your ever felt acursed.
you loved and adored all of us.
At times I wonder, did God
After making you broke the mould.
You treated us in all ways at par.
Now girls's are killed or live with scars...
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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