We and our Mummy

We and our Mummy
By
Bhuvana Nithish,
Thirumalam
(From Mangayar Malar ,May 200
Attempt for translation
By
P.R.Ramachander


To protect the drying Pappads,
In the torn Dhothi of Papa,
The ball made of mummy’s fallen hair.
Would be born as a scare crow,
In the top of the terrace.

In the front room,
Mummy’s torn cotton Sari,
Would have changed ,
In to a hammock for the new born baby.

In the marriage hall,
Mummy’s golden bangles,
Which were replaced,
By imitation bangles,
Would be giving music concert.
In the hand’s of our younger sister.

In the kitchen, Mummy’s,
Torn blouse would be used,
To hold the boiling vessel,
In which rice is being prepared.

In the drawing room,
The edge of Mummy’s sari,
Would be used to clean,
Old photos hanging on the wall.

When everybody is taking rest,
our Mummy would be cooking,
Food for all of us, to eat next time.


The frame less photo of our mummy,
Only came to the drawing room wall,
When our mummy took rest,
From which she would not wake up,

We who were not bothered about her,
When she was with us everywhere and alive,
Are decorating her photo daily,
With flowers, after she is no more with us.

This is such a wonderful poem expressing so much in simple words and by picturing simple situations.
How true...mothers keep sacrificing their own comforts and desires for their family, specially her kids without expecting anything in return from them.
I have seen my mother cooking our fav dishes all the time and arranging for stuff in the household so that rest of us could be comfortable in every away. I have heard that my MIL too used to work a lot for her family.Even though I dont get along with my MIL, I tell my hubby to take care of his mother.
I hope we all will cherish our mothers with our caring ways n kind words while she is with us here in person.
Thanks Ramya for posting this.

Regards,
Riya

Ramya, Wonderful. So Simple but So Subtle and So Sweet. Very nice!!

True, True, it is a wonderful poem, depicting scenes we can easily visualise. The mother is one person everyone takes for granted!

Wonderful poems .... Simple words which brings our mother from anywhere.

The wonderful mother who does everything.....n expects nothing!!!