Nupur’s ODE TO HER SON
Nobody taught me how to be,
A mother, except you,
My little cherubic child.
I have learnt on the go,
Like a painter flowing free
On a blank canvas-
Guided only by impulse and art.
We pluck flowers and blow them away
As the winds heat up with an
Impending Indian summer,
Incubating within the belly of a monster
That I will fight tooth and nail
To keep you safe from,
But life isn’t about being safe,
I don’t want you to simply survive.
You are a king, my son;
Born to rule hearts and Lands
But mostly to rule your own destiny
And thrive.
As we sit cross-legged in the grass today
Like two friends with a secret,
I feel the sameness of our souls
and the congruence of our hearts.
Again a wind blows
And I am filled with peace-
Life feels lovely, like a song about happiness.
A ladybird sits on my knee,
and you laugh;
We try to feed it weeds and twigs,
And I wonder if I have learnt
Exactly how
To be a mother
Because I feel a comfort now
That was missing before-
And I’m sure it comes only
From the love and applause you give me.
I feel like a mother-
My life’s greatest victory.
1 thought on “Poetry: Ode to my son”
great one