The only face you recognize on seeing it for the first time,
The only face that understands you as you utter your first line….
You gurgle, you murmur and yet she understands you.
You walk and talk, you eat and all that you do, is the result of hard work,
the outcome of love so tender…..
Working for you day and night, the shadow of your mother….
How can you replay the shower of affection?
My dad reminded me of an incident down memory lane:
It happened years ago, when I was a miniature myself.
I was a toddler at that time, a naughty little elf.
My mum was in the kitchen, a meal she had to cook;
I was in the corridor, mutilating an ill-fated notebook.
The beady eyes of mine caught sight of the kitchen door
It had a simple lock, but to me it was a toy and nothing more
I banged the door and began turning the key,
Suddenly something clicked and I clapped in glee.
My surprised mom was in, and now she was locked inside,
She tried to bang open the door, but it was closed all tight,
She asked me to turn the key again, to free her from the prison,
I didn’t understand a word, I was enjoying every minute of it.
The elf took me to a table and made me shake it for entertainment,
Down fell a vase and broke into a zillion fragments.
My mum heard the commotion, the snake of fear gripped her,
She thought I was hurt and to reach to me she became eager,
But she was locked inside, she could only curse her fate,
Yet she had to come out; she couldn’t just wait.
Meanwhile I had dozed off, imparting a sense of tranquility,
My silence, however, only increased mum’s anxiety.
Locked in the kitchen, she suddenly, got an inspiration,
A sunlight-inlet in the wall could be her only solution.
For my mum that inlet was Everest, it was two meter’s above,
But then, the impossible is achieved if you hold the hand of Love
She clambered onto a table; just one meter to go,
The other leg went up a shelf, and yet she was a bit low
She instinctively brought her other leg on to the shelf,
One mistake would be total, but she wasn’t thinking about herself.
Now arose the second problem the inlet wasn’t too wide.
She had to be very careful; this was going to be a bumpy ride.
Call it a miracle or a streak of luck, or call it a mother’s affection,
So far so good, but the problems were not over yet.
She now sat at the edge of the inlet, near the mouth of danger,
Stilling on the building’s exterior projection, she faced the world from top,
From her high seat top, Earth would be an eighteen-meter drop
Such was her position that she could be mistaken for a glass cleaner,
But without any safety belts, a mistake could be the end of her.
The wind rushed up her face, there was no one in sight,
She looked around herself, and decided to face the height,
My mum had never walked on a rope, nor had she ever climbed a tree,
A woman who had never exercised was doing all this, just because of a key!
To get to the corridor, she had to walk on the building’s ledge,
And all the while she advanced on her journey,
Keeping the image of the child she loved so dearly.
Her trembling legs proceeded for what seemed like hours,
And in that very hour, she was endowed with some special powers
The power of will, the power of faith; that guided her to her destination,
She reached the window and peered in, with tremors running from bone to bone,
Her child, that is me, was asleep and still like an inanimate stone,
Without thinking for a second, she collected her fingers into a fist,
A punch shattered the glass, and the glass cut her wrist,
The child woke and saw his worried mother entering the corridor, in total disbelief,
As the unscathed shield rushed towards his mother, she sighed in relief
Never mind the bleeding wrist, this was happy reunion,
She had staked her life for what was her one and only daughter….
Picking her child in her arms, she hurriedly climbed down the stair,
It was still a bit windy; the branches swayed on the air…..
The mother with the child, observed the building with widening eyes;
Eighteen meter’s above was the ledge; fragile and so high…..
And still above that was the tiny inlet through which she had wiggled.
She let out an exclaim of surprise, at which her daughter giggled.
She felt a bit dizzy and bent down on her knee,
"I mustn’t have done it – someone else did it for me…."
‘But who did it? And she closed her eyes in silent prayer,
She opened them and saw her daughter and suddenly got her answer.
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