! ! ! ! ! ! ! Am Putting In My Papers! ! ! ! ! ! !

While filling the form for a credit card
Against occupation I wrote, am a bard.
The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.
I blurted, heading a small organization.

Very challenging, have to multi task
It’s actually, I think, too much to ask.
Am in charge of child development,
Accounts, house keeping and management.

Mouth open and ball pen frozen in mid air,
He gaped at me from his ergonomic chair.
Wow, you must so much power wield.
It’s a 24/ 7 job in lab and the fields.

Have to juggle like a clown in a circus,
Many hats…one plus, it’s not monotonous.
You know a real challenge to my ingenuity.
He looked at me with awe and incredulity.

Honest, am having signs of burn out.
Oh, understand tough job, natural fall out.
Am thinking of premature retirement,
It’s a position for life, am not buying the argument.

Time for van prastha in the lap of nature
As the sages advised in our ancient scriptures.
In a couple of days am putting in my papers
The show will go on, as I melt like a vapour.

Came home; what, a vase of Tulips from Netherland.
Happy Mother's day, mom, i miss my mother and land.
You sounded sombre, what's on your mind, please wait
I am taking the next flight back tomorrow to Delhi straight.

This boy's timing is always perfect; born in morn at eight,
While growing inside me, he learnt I like to rise late.
Now that he has settled in a far off land, thousands of miles away,
What argument, I wonder, could he have to delay my getaway.

LIike a good mother, I tried to give him roots and wings
And always calmly took in stride his mood swings.
I have visions of chasing, in my verdant abode, butterflies at leisure
He can't tempt me with Europe and its historical or other treasures.




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by Mamta Agarwal

Comments (11)

absolutely awesome true embodiment of mother india... LIike a good mother, I tried to give him roots and wings And always calmly took in stride his mood swings. I have visions of chasing, in my verdant abode, butterflies at leisure He can't tempt me with Europe and its historical or other treasures. gret poetry mamtaji only ten an cheers galore
A wonderful motherly poem. Motherhood and life transformed into tulips. Realities sublimed.............10/10. Regards Naseer
This is a fantastic write Mamta....the subtle humour and the overall general writing style..A belated Happy Mother's Day to you...Hope you were cheered up with the tulips from Amsterdam...10+++
Finally, did you? ? Nice poem, touching sentiments (heart-warming mother-son bit) . Thanks for sharing this poem....There's some part of in life that is so familiar... Cheers. Subroto
Your fine character shows in every line of this poem story. I hope that you enjoyed your tulips from Holland.10 with a smile, Mamta. Love, SandraX
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