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Today is Mother’s Day

And ceremoniously

Each and every lad

Each and every mate

Will congratulate

And thank thee.

I would have too,

Just like the past 18 summers

Come forth as I always did

To present thee

A letter of Glory

To appreciate your womanly heart

In maternal spirits befit.

It’s not that I don’t love you;

I do praise you

For what you have always did

But I am a man

It’s my habit

I’ll ask sugar tongued

Of your merit

After you are done with the dishes

Of the celebratory feast

Which you yourself created

Out of the graceful flatteries

We today in your honour weaved.

I’ll ask thee

To inherit

Upon me something

That might make your brow knit

A career…. well designed for…. your girl

I beg thee!

Don’t let your anger spit!

I have of late decided

To become a mother;

A Father’s too tough for me.

Maternity blossoms my spirit!

I won’t ask thee to teach me

All I seek is a reflection of thee

To settle in me

For they say, I possess it not, genetic

Assure my sinew

That my babes will cry to me

For their joy to renew

Even if my scold

That sorrow did afflict;

An art of yours

That impresses me every moment.

Also, I need ‘your’ sanction

For me to enter ‘your’ kitchen

Designed by ‘your’ husband, the architect.

As

The vessels rattle

When my image shines on them,

The stove fire flickers

When my shadow falls on it

Poor things of domestic use

Are not used to seeing men without chef hats!

I know I am being mean

But you see, I’ve been taught to direct

And it’s not unjust, I deem

To celebrate this day

If a mother we beget.

にला Baਣਾ

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