I can’t be like you, Mom ! Even if I try !

Mom, I can’t be like you; Even if I try as hard as I can

Your patience, selflessness & grit belongs to a totally different clan

We claim everyone is equal & we all have freedom of speech

Respect the woman, they are our goddess; that’s what they preach

But what I see is totally a different picture

which makes me doubt the writings in the scripture

A woman toils day in and day out just to caress her child

what she gets to hear are complaints of incompetence; be it stern or mild

From the same family members for whom she sacrifices what not

I am sure this hits her badly that stains her self confidence like a blot

She is constantly reminded that she has to be a perfect mother, a perfect wife, a perfect daughter & a perfect daughter-in-law

But who would treat her like a human who can have flaws

One fine day when she voices her discomfort in opposition

The behaviour is regarded as unacceptable and totally against our tradition

Mom, I have seen you tirelessly working for comforting every member of the family without any expectations

But, Maa, I am too human to understand your self-sacrificing nature & I am puzzled to look at you: ever-so-smiling God’s creation

I, genuinely can’t be half as great as you are because you are a sheer epitome of altruism

So much so, that even the larger than life movies can’t capture your kind of heroism