Tinkling Jingling my mother's six gold bangles
Not one more not even one less, just six bangles
No time, day or year makes any change in the bangles
They remain there the same six gold bangles
The first ever sound of this world that I realized
Perhaps the only sound in this world that I recognized
First sound which seeps into my ears with the promise of dawn
Also the last sound which soothes me down till my last yawn
I may not pay attention to them keenly during the day
But I'm sure they are very much there in my life day after day
I can feel them working in the temple getting ready to pray
I know they are silent asking for beautiful God's ray
They accompany her in the kitchen, adding flavor in our lives
Working diligently with pans, plates, cookers, dishes and knives
Sure there is some great magic that they weave in our lives
For she is the charioteer and the household she drives
They get silent for brief spells when they are peering into a book
But sometimes they are very swift when she has a worried look
Sometimes they are very rhythmic, oh! Ironing work they took
Random arrhythmic sounds convey some insect got a shook
If I join them in groups, all in all they make three pairs
They are beautiful wherever they are, no not elsewhere
The solace that I hear from them, I dare not compare
My world is safe, my world is secure I know they are there
Everyday masterpiece...
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There is a change, rather a shift. When it started, I savoured the feeling
considering it to be an exception but I am happy that it has lasted the
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Lovely, Vibha! Such a beautiful potrayal of a child's world, the way it experiences it. The sense of security the child feels when it hears the bangles jingle as the mother goes about her daily routine, which also comes through so well.
ReplyDeleteSandhya ~ thanks for the encouraging comments. We may not pay attention to them but the background things become integral to our personality.
ReplyDeleteHey that's a beautiful poem...just noticed it today. When I was reading it, I imagined you as the person with the bangles and your kids describing them ! Is that right ?! Or is it about your own mother ?
ReplyDeleteThanks Ranjani. You guessed it right, the mother role is occupying all conscious subconscious levels of my mind these days.
ReplyDeleteYou have excellently conveyed your feelings in the poem. From the beginning till the end i could feel your children reciting the poem. So as Ranjani the previous commentator has pointed it out you are the mother and the person with the bangles and your children reciting the poem! Simply superb! Your success is measured by the idea conveyed to the readers! Awesome job! keep up the Good work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreelatha. Your warm message is wonderful.
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