A LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO HER SON

Art Picture Credit: Shymal Bera 

A LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO HER SON

“…..As God’s will, I am a simple mother, a simple familial partner, not wise enough to guide you all the time, because you are grown enough to be an adult one who is an ample sapphire attaining age of getting married, and you are earning money by dint of your courage, struggle and merit.  

I have real experience of life in my life. We always believe that father is the head and mother is the heart of a family. And I have fought a real war. As a human being I have similar wishes for my life to live with my father and mother, but that did not happen, my mother died earlier, and I felt no attraction to go home, as our family was not at the same mark of other families, yet I have to go for my father, and I share everything with him, a feeling of loss of enjoyment prevailed in my mind when I was young. After that I have got married, and then my situation has been changed.

You has just passed mid 20 year of age, it is right time for getting married. Your father and I want to have one lovely woman in your life. If you don’t get married now, how we can see a lovely woman in your life, and in our family, too. And this young lady will be heart of the total family. Just think one occasion, when your father was sick, we are all him. Ups and downs are always with our life. Still there is dream. Just think who will stand by you in bad situations, when we are running all time with these. And on the other hand, who will stand during your good times, to enrich your happiness. I think a man without wife is only a soldier to lift a lid of skeleton in the battle field. I, as mother, do not want that.  

I will not tell you to think again and again, I wish to share my experience, so far I have contacted different families for negotiations of your marriage, because I think it is our i.e. parent’s duty to get their sons settled with income, marriage, and home. And in such type of negotiations, after getting our information, no one feel the urge to make a return call to us, taking it as matter of courtesy. Even they are highly believer of horoscope, gon, caste, and any one did not make me any return call. Even in a case, someone had asked me about salary at the first chance, and did not call twice.  Someone was not willing to change one’s work place, the groom has to change his working place, someone asked me to know your gon like, Debgon, Norgan, Rakshasgan, and horoscope will be studied.

My son, I am still searching one family who will simply call me in turn and show their interest. Surely the bride will be matching with your status and wishes.

Please don’t hesitate to inform me if you find someone to be your bride of your choice and wishes.

WITH LOVE .........”

CHILD’S CHOICE, IGNORED

She returns home with haste

Stops for her little son

And makes him prepare

For the journey,

She has no time to listen

To her child who has

Something good in his mindset,

The child has own choice

For shoes and sweater to wear

In winter, while

He is going out,

And he utters, “Other one”

He is yet to speak in full.

The child cries with bursts,

Holding his choices - shoes

And sweater to wear

In mother’s company,

She had no time to attend

Child’s untold feeling,

And she fakes his choice

Stuffs a mother’s choice,

Jumps into hasty move,

Avoiding crying of child,

And lifts the kid

Like a colored balloon,

In her lap, and the child

Crying profusely,

Still holding his shoes

In one hand and sweater

In other hand, and keeps

Them under his care

Not knowing the secret

Of his mother’s apathy,

And his mother says,

“We are in a hurry,

Time to catch bus is going out.”

The child don’t understand,

What mother is saying about,

Crying profusely, he throws

All he holds in his tiny hands,

Slumped on the hard concrete floor.

ONE DAY ON THE PATHWAY

Being alone one day

I was walking around

The streets of Kolkata

Then I found

A new building is coming up

In the place of old building

Demolished

And all old furniture

And wooden door and window

Materials are stacked

As if these are antiques

With a hanging notice board

Announcing the activity -

Inviting auction sale

Of all old materials to be checked

For further use

If one likes to repair and reuse

The old valuables, if one can find it feasible.

 

 

I am thinking of my life

I have everything

A house, wife, son, daughter-in-law,

A little grandson,

Yet I am moving alone,

They are theirs,

The baby is theirs,

Wife is in a mood

To farewell everything,

Their eyes cast shadows,

Over the scares and gathering

They want to get benefit,

And I cannot think I am elderly one

To say something valuable

As if I am lonely man walking down roadway,

Thinking of demolished building,

Wherein once lived old residents, with

High spirits and solvency held high

In the time of their sovereignty,

Their power to propagate supremacy,

Now their memorabilia are sold,

As dead great grandmother had not to worry about

What she had one to hold and what she had

Not to possess about on the passage of time.

And in my loneliness,

I am also sold to the art of buying antifreeze of a car

In the equation of theory and data retrieved:

If theory is true, data is true, depending

On hands those are already moved to selling content

That slips down old Sapphire glory

As if harvest morning dismisses cloudy sky.

LOVE OF A GRANDMOTHER

When mother is away on duty,

When baby son is left at home,

When the world needs caring for the infant,

The grandmother becomes beloved one,

She comes and gives bath to her grandson,

Who then soundly sleeps after bottled milk-feeding.

The caring grandmother stays for several hours,

As if she is like a lesson for loving her grandson,

She loves all - her husband, her son, her daughter-in-law,

She does it all the time, today and tomorrow,

Since she came in the family, and remains as guardian,

Emotionally and profoundly she does her duty.

She does not work for money,

She wants peace in the family,

She likes to love and be loved by all,

Yet she is alone as confusion runs inside,

As if she is the blue sky with gentle trust,

That all members do not understand.

She is like a crown upon family-mirror,

Its image does hold no reflections,

She is like a running figure, none can think about,

Sea wave cannot be measured, she is like that,

She is an ordinary woman, a simple housewife,

She likes to embrace pathos for her loved one.