MOTHER by Suchitra Hansda |

MOTHER by Suchitra Hansda

You disregard my honour. You don’t realize what I am.

You must realize that

I am your mother

You exist because of me

And for no other

I gave parts of

My blood and flesh

Out of which was created

Your body, your face

The milk from my breast

I suckled you on

Despite the pain and struggle

I raised you, my son

I made you grow up

In happiness and peace

Now that you’re grown up

Hatred is all you give me

Illiterate, unlearned

I am a foolish mother

I don’t know etiquettes

Or even how to talk to others

Son, you are learned

You work in the town

You’re so accomplished

Upon your mother you look down

Often you’re visited by

Your officers and friends

Such is your aversion towards me

You introduce me as a servant

May you live in happiness

That’s all I ask of the Creator

No matter what you think of me

If the son is happy, so is the mother.