Mother dear mother

This is a tribute to all mothers of the world. MOTHER for me means a lot and it is a shame and I pity on those people who dump their parents during their old age when these old people need the support of their children most.

Mother you may not be with me and I may be thousands of miles away from you, but the very thought of you mother dear mother brings a tear down my cheeks even today.



Mother Dear Mother


That bubbling and glowing face full of energy and inquisitiveness, the subtle yet innocent and mischievous smile in the brown eyes that used to be preoccupied thinking of pranks every time with one and all, big and small, children young and adults, boys and girls, of course not leaving behind grandpa and grandma, mom and all, is what haunts me now. Those mom’s beatings and scolds that used to follow any “so called” untoward incident reported to my parents by children and their parents with grandpa’s intervention which used to come with a sort of stern warning for my mother from my grandparents “dare not you beat my child, after all he is a kid”, all appear to be a bygone dream. Mom dear mom, those beatings and scolds seem mild and nothing to me now in this guile world compared to what I feel sometimes I get from those known and unknown, from those close to my heart and those who are not. With you being away from me mom, I feel like being left alone in the scorching heart of desert, looking for that “ma ka anchal” to shield me from the heat of the desert and guile world. That love and affection that you used to shower on your problem yet a darling child after each beat or a scold mom seems to be an eternal bliss and like manna from heaven for me now. I long for that hug and kiss on my cheek from you mom, oh my dear mom.

Mom can you forget that innocent child that used to ask you a question after getting a beat or a scold with tears rolling down his eyes, “mother dear mother did I really do something serious for my mother loving dear mother to give me a scold and or a beat?” Sorry mother, dear mother for what all I have done unknowing to you. I promise I will dare not make you unhappy any more, but come and be with me mother, oh dear mother. I know that I have troubled you a lot or how else will a dear mother beat and scold a child that means a world to her! Yet I don’t repent on those childhood misdemeanors for mom I know that when you think of them now, your heart swells with feelings for your child that problem yet a dear child of yours.

I apologize for making you cry when I climbed the top of the roof of our village house that beautiful and pleasant summer evening mom. I still remember you begging of me to come down from the roof that was very slippery and you were concerned that I would fall and injure myself. Believe me mom I seemed to be on top of the world and was getting pleasure by seeing you begging me to come down and me still going up, further up to the top of the scaly wooden slippery roof. I still remember all the villagers gathering in our compound and looking at me awestruck and thinking of what would happen if I slipped and fell down the roof. I would have climbed further up towards the top but for those drops of pearls in your eyes mother which I could not bear seeing and which melted that little innocent heart that was still to understand the complexities and intricacies of world, compelling me to forget that thrill and come down the roof. I still remember that pleasure and comfort in your eyes when I came down hugged, and put both my arms around you mom you out of my innocence.

I don’t dare to do it again mom for I know how much trouble I have given to my mother, my dear mother from those innocent yet naughty mischievous acts of mine. Mother oh my dear mother tell me frankly now, did you not enjoy those naughty and yet frivolous acts of mine? I know you did for I remember how you used to try to make the world understand after any misdemeanor of mine that “after all he is a child, an naughty child, don’t worry I will make him understand”.

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