They asked me to be a perfect mother, and more
‘Do you breastfeed and how many months more?
Do you wash his linen in antiseptic daily?
Do you massage him twice a daily?
Do you check every hour if he is hungry or warm?
Do you make the crying baby to calm?
Do you give him something for his teeth?
Do you see a doctor,why can't he sit?
Do you think his head isn't round?
He doesn't sleep well, oh see I just found!
Do you ask the doc, if he is growing well?
Do you wonder why does he yell!’
The world, people, society...peace of my mind
All worried,how imperfect I am,a mother- unkind..!
For ten months he was right there inside,
The scars remain to make the memories bright.
And forgot when last time I had good night sleep
And the dark circles look darker and deep.
When my dress smells his pee, he smiles wide,
He throws up on my shoulder, weaning -Oh a jumpy ride!
Me times, and my wander lust;
I am a mother, so rest can adjust.
Hard earned career , no strong heart to leave him alone now
It's been a year , and still wondering how!
Perfect mother! I may not be
Hope a day will come when I will be.
When he rests in my arms,and fall asleep
I feel so earthy beautiful that I weep.
Then suddenly I see myself on the mirror,
He shared his black Tika on my cheek.
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