Wings to fly
Imagination taking flight to the past,
I see her making equal lots of kites
To divide among us
In her motherly logic, no fuss,
And wearing on face some festive air
I recall she telling me, here’s your share.
Today I realize
The logic of that act so wise
Of yours, Mother--
How with a pinch of fairness and kindness
You had our life filled with sweetness.
Today I realize:
They were not just kites you’d given,
Given you had sky-full heaven,
Instead of kite thread,
You’d given wings to soar ahead,
Not material things,
But whole of joyful springs.
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Reflections |23.01.2025| childhood, mother, remember
Poet’s note: On 14 Jan, a kite festival was celebrated in Gujarat. Seeing the winter sky filled with colourful kites, my mind took me to a long-lost childhood memory lane-- how mother organized things around a big family with limited income and yet depriving us with nothing worthwhile. How with few words she imparted unto us lessons of life to last a lifetime.
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