Alone she has worked
Alone she has Raised us
Alone she struggled
Alone, she has done it all..
Being from a small village
Yet she wanted to grow educated
Used to wake up early, and even at dark
To quickly treat her lands and cattles
So, nobody objects her schooling, or stops her to depart.
Her mother threw her bag
And locked her books permanently
So She escaped to her Aunt's city to earn and to study
But destiny had, else in-store
In the city, she Discovered the selfishness of her step Aunt
Who made her wash dishes at the riches'
And to work as a domestic help.
She was made to sleep on the floor
In the winters of Delhi's 80s
Was supposed to sew clothes
Under the lamp shade of the streets.
Came back to find, the demise of her father
In a while she lost also, her mother
Elders, never considered to recall that she was mere
Younger ones never bothered, to Love her as an Older
Went back to the city
Where to study was no more the Option
She still had to earn
for herself, and the younger ones!
Although she had been sending money
After every sometime
She never got an acknowledgement
Or a letter to check, if she is fine!
Not being heard from her relatives
For years and years
Soon she realized,
It was only her parents who were Dears
And she apparently moved on
Fell in Love, but one sided
with a Loser and womaniser
Who left her amidst
When she delivered a daughter
And when she accepted her destiny
Here came a guy to take the Faith
And their responsibility
Assuming that Life will again be normal
She brought an Angel to Life
But he was gone too
To leave the Three to Strive!
She has learnt the skills
Managed to go out and work
She has ran the house herself
Afforded the Girl's studies, food and demands
To her apathy, she came to know
That the little girl is not Usual
Yet she accumulated Courage
To also make her life Full.
She preferred walking miles
To save two pennies
She preferred wearing old
To be able to purchase for kids
From working at day
To wave fan all night, for her kids, when load sheds
She did everything possible
To meet the ends
She managed to buy her house
At last, she got rid of the frequent shifting
Indeed she got a source to earn
By offering rooms on renting
Won a Respectful position
Promising to work in the favor
But she too became political
Misused to rule over neighbour
Instead of showering love
She reciprocated the hatred.
Despite being proud of her kids
She didn't even spare the beloveds.
She preferred imposing the orders
'Cause explanation was illogical
She became the best guardian
But never a successful mother.
Today, She murmurs herself
Doesn't have anyone to talk to
Recalls her childhood, village and the cots,
Also Her mother telling her:
"You talk so dense, chatter box".
She has always been praised,
for possessing the remarkable brain
Today I sympathize
As mostly she Forgets.
Today she is alone again
That's what her kids even prefer her to be
She has earned respect, not love
Her mother added once: "like this, you'll soon be crazy"
Be it her destiny or her deeds, or the bitterness she has got all life
The way she has become
I wonder, further, how will she survive!
She hardly has few decades left
And she got to see or suffer a lot
I wish I was not this helpless
And could help her, Oh Lord.
Today, I ignore her cruelty
I prefer silently growing
Tomorrow, I might prefer ignoring the many Tyrannies she has put me through
Or the abhorrence, I have had for her
As helpless she is...
But I will forever complain,
to the Almighty
Why didn't You ever send
A Counselor or a Healer!
Alone she has Raised us
Alone she struggled
Alone, she has done it all..
Being from a small village
Yet she wanted to grow educated
Used to wake up early, and even at dark
To quickly treat her lands and cattles
So, nobody objects her schooling, or stops her to depart.
Her mother threw her bag
And locked her books permanently
So She escaped to her Aunt's city to earn and to study
But destiny had, else in-store
In the city, she Discovered the selfishness of her step Aunt
Who made her wash dishes at the riches'
And to work as a domestic help.
She was made to sleep on the floor
In the winters of Delhi's 80s
Was supposed to sew clothes
Under the lamp shade of the streets.
Came back to find, the demise of her father
In a while she lost also, her mother
Elders, never considered to recall that she was mere
Younger ones never bothered, to Love her as an Older
Went back to the city
Where to study was no more the Option
She still had to earn
for herself, and the younger ones!
Although she had been sending money
After every sometime
She never got an acknowledgement
Or a letter to check, if she is fine!
Not being heard from her relatives
For years and years
Soon she realized,
It was only her parents who were Dears
And she apparently moved on
Fell in Love, but one sided
with a Loser and womaniser
Who left her amidst
When she delivered a daughter
And when she accepted her destiny
Here came a guy to take the Faith
And their responsibility
Assuming that Life will again be normal
She brought an Angel to Life
But he was gone too
To leave the Three to Strive!
She has learnt the skills
Managed to go out and work
She has ran the house herself
Afforded the Girl's studies, food and demands
To her apathy, she came to know
That the little girl is not Usual
Yet she accumulated Courage
To also make her life Full.
She preferred walking miles
To save two pennies
She preferred wearing old
To be able to purchase for kids
From working at day
To wave fan all night, for her kids, when load sheds
She did everything possible
To meet the ends
She managed to buy her house
At last, she got rid of the frequent shifting
Indeed she got a source to earn
By offering rooms on renting
Won a Respectful position
Promising to work in the favor
But she too became political
Misused to rule over neighbour
Instead of showering love
She reciprocated the hatred.
Despite being proud of her kids
She didn't even spare the beloveds.
She preferred imposing the orders
'Cause explanation was illogical
She became the best guardian
But never a successful mother.
Today, She murmurs herself
Doesn't have anyone to talk to
Recalls her childhood, village and the cots,
Also Her mother telling her:
"You talk so dense, chatter box".
She has always been praised,
for possessing the remarkable brain
Today I sympathize
As mostly she Forgets.
Today she is alone again
That's what her kids even prefer her to be
She has earned respect, not love
Her mother added once: "like this, you'll soon be crazy"
Be it her destiny or her deeds, or the bitterness she has got all life
The way she has become
I wonder, further, how will she survive!
She hardly has few decades left
And she got to see or suffer a lot
I wish I was not this helpless
And could help her, Oh Lord.
Today, I ignore her cruelty
I prefer silently growing
Tomorrow, I might prefer ignoring the many Tyrannies she has put me through
Or the abhorrence, I have had for her
As helpless she is...
But I will forever complain,
to the Almighty
Why didn't You ever send
A Counselor or a Healer!
