My Recalls

My Recalls

 

 

Hey Bou!

I owe to you,

dues immeasurable

for agonies terrible

that you have borne for me.

“Hey Lord! Listen to my plea

before with mom my recall

to you and others, I squall

her, I pray you to pardon

on any errs she has done

as I am sure those she did for me,

hence punish me but make her free”.

 

Hey Mom!

Recollect I some

from my memory lane

minute pebbles from the vast terrain.

 

Restlessness in your womb

still infant in me fume,

Your force to put on

the dresses without button,

forces, from me, my life out

the child in me still peeps to shout.

. Child in me rebel

when I dwell

your smear on my eyelid

too irritating to a kid

the black paste to my benefit

so also sweaters from your knit.

Your efforts to present me smart

to be free of filth, dust, and dirt

and not to be victim of evil spell

made child in me to yell.

On occasions frequent

to your resentment

soon, it all, I used to spoil.

Now I sigh at your repeated toil

After me your run

cherish me to my fun.

Your anger in the murmur

accusing me as of pig nature

monkey-faced child and so on

to force in me the nutrition

to my distaste

but you chased.

You gave me milk with sugar

instead of my taste for rice water

with a side dish

as per my fancied wish.

Recollect I my anger as a child

that makes me now laugh wild.

“With you, mom

to your dad’s home

by “Sawari” ride”

Talk I still with pride..

 

Being irritated

by my prayer repeated

when dots you threw

in a Luduu move new

me you clapped once

so far to my sweet reference

On eevery raja day

I cherish the play.

All these and many more

from you I fondly remember

Dishes cooked and served by you

tasted nectar then and now too.

Epics will fall short to dwell

if recollections, I start to tell

but in life at every moment

me, memories will torment.

From childhood to this old age

your love, none can gauge.

behind my every recall

that, me, does often enthrall

 

 

in the service of lord

(I lost my mother whom I call “Bou” She left her mortal body at an age of ninety-two and I was born when she was nineteen. Here are some recollections with her in my childhood. Sawari like a palanquin but enclosed all-around.