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Mother


Mother I do understand
Your anger and sympathy for me.
I don't  parade my sorrows
nor discuss wrongdoers
like old-fashioned people .
Don't  let me be topic of gossip.
Your socialization
public grieving and enjoying
do not please me.
I am too proud
To cry in open .
Though the wounds bleed within .
Your simple heartedness
only worsens things for me.
I shout at you but regret later
Alas born to you
we are the poles apart.
Complicated life and thoughts
different views everything
have overshadowed the upbringing.
All values, conventions
are subject to questioning

written by   sarita sharma

Copyright 2002 Sarita Sharma