by Varsha Sreenivasan
[box]Mere gender, body or form does not restrict the qualities of motherhood. Varsha Sreenivasan pens a poem based on the concept of universal motherhood.[/box]A gentle
breeze
with feathery lips
presses her cheeks
on the soles
of
my little feet..
an airy arm
tickles
soft tresses
out of place..
“today’s class
is a revision
of all
I have
taught
as yet”
She says.
“okay Mother”
i hear
me whisper;
oh..i wonder
what questions
will
She ask?
our dear teacher
Mother Nature.
“child..
first question..
do you
know My
gender?”
the wind
whispers
in a
surprised ear.
“no
no Mother”
i hear
me answer
“do you
know
My caste,
religion,
nationality?”
“no Mother”
i answer.
“child..”
She continues
“can the wind
be a Mother?”
“oh yes,
Mother”
i reply
to the
sudden volley
of questions..
“can the wall,
tree
lake
sky
be a Mother?”
She queries.
“yes, Mother”
comes the answer;
“can a father
be
a Mother?”
“yes Mother”
i hear
me say.
In surprise
i stare
into myself
..where
did that
come from?
“I see
progress”
i hear
the wind
gently whisper.
“so no
barriers exist,
in this phenomenon
you call
Mother!”
the tv roars
the roar of
a lioness,
calling to
her cub..
in shock
i see
a deer’s calf
she has adopted
for good,
what should
have been
a lion’s food..
she starves
but wont touch
her
surprised calf.
i see
i hear
how come
i am
still unsure?
if answers
are correct
or wrong?
o dear teacher..
o Almighty Mother
such a fool
such a
fool
i am
all around me
Mother Nature
swings
into action..
takes my
old
lego blocks
of rusted definitions,
twists and twirls
them
into magnificent
structures –
glistening,
anew,
circling,
suspended
in mid-air,
as i watch
sheer magic
takes shape.
“Never take
for granted..
never relax..
never ‘know’
too much;
like an over ripe fruit
off the tree,
you shall drop..
if you know
you can
never know
enough,
what I teach,
like eternal magic,
will,
never stop!”
She teaches,
i empty,
She doesn’t
stop.
Pic : Dave-F – http://www.flickr.com/photos/frield/
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