Showers of Compassion
K. Radhakumar *
What did I learn
At my mother's knee?
'Don't you dream on, son
And be happy and satisfied
With what you have.'
The words found an echo
In my heart of hearts.
What a major influence
In my relationship with my wife
In my poetry
In my life!
The words came back
When I tried to put my life into perspective.
You daughters of modern planned family!
My mother gave birth to eleven children
And she was more content, less bitter.
Motherhood suited her
And she enjoyed her femininity, I think.
I remember a day –
I was a mere child back then.
My mother and I
We were sitting together on the verandah;
A light breeze was blowing.
I was not looking at anything in particular
But suddenly I saw:
My mother wiped a tear from her eye.
I asked her why she was crying.
'This light breeze is not kind to me,'
Said she hardly knowing the man in the child.
Though I was a child
I knew it was a thought, a memory
That brought a tear to my mother's eye.
I accepted the answer
A sweet lie of a mother to her son,
A lie that reveals hidden depths.
Who would fathom out
The depths of a human heart?
The poet in me blossomed
In the sea of happiness of a small lie
More beautiful than the naked truth
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on January 29, 2016.
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