A LETTER FROM FATHER TO HIS CHILDREN

A LETTER FROM FATHER TO HIS CHILDREN

Dear children, before you were born,
Our days were stricken with Sorrow, Anxiety and Tension,
Your Mother had to drink even the salty waters of the adversity Seas,
Her pains of carrying, were sore like the stings of the wasps and bees!

Dear children, for my biological gratifications and pleasures,
Your Mom had to bear the pinch of harshness like the wrath of the scissors;
From the first day of conception till the days of delivery,
She used to suck varied untold aches which tasted worse than Slavery!

Listen, dear children! As I recollect, my hairs stand on end,
The moments of your Mother's being carried to the Labour Room,
Her heart rending shrieks as if Death were rushing, all around, to largely loom,
Her motioning to me to tell if a pang relieving pill, to her I could send!

Dear children, even your Mother's sad story did not end there forever,
For, she had to bid a bye to respite and peaceful sleep altogether;
She had to suckle to your tender mouths when you were in need,
And She had to leave no stones unturned to care for you until you get married!

Thus, listen to me, dear children, you shall never ill-treat your Mother,
None of your deeds should compel her to her Liberty smother;
She should never feel, to be ever under your Mercy, if I am gone,
She should never shed a drop of tear due to your misdemeanours under the Sun!

Dear children, you should never think your Mother to be swept away like dust,
She should never be considered to be thrown away like the useless rust,
She should never be regarded as the worthless left over food,
And she should never be dealt with a bitter tongue, and a deed rude!

Dear children, if ever any of your actions pricks your Mother's Heart:
The heydays of your life will end, and the rainy days will soon start,
You can neither atone by any virtuous means, nor wash your sins,
If ever you are the direct or indirect cause for Her miseries or sufferings!

Dear children, no Shrine on earth is holier than your Mother's Lap,
No food is as nutritious as Her Milk, and nothing is as vital as Her Sap!
Listen, "Mother's Curses are the gateway to an endless agony and ruination,
And Her blessings are the only Panacea to cure all pains, and gain redemption!"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.02.19