A POEM By ME
Good evening friends,
I am expressing the pain and sufferings of my mother through this poem. She deserves a much better life for her great sacrifices. She would go out of her way to help others in distress. She would feed the hungry and looked after her ailing mother much better than any son. In spite of her great deeds, she never experienced happiness. My brother married a greedy woman who considered marriage as a business. She filed a false complaint of domestic violence and subjected my mother to great humiliation. She called her a beggar. I pity my brother for suffering mental torture at her hands. Today, she got insulted by someone very close to her. A great woman who raised her children single handedly after witnessing her husband’s dead body and having cremated him with my maternal uncle needs to be revered with respect. Had I been in her place and witnessed every torture she went through, I would have ended my life quite earlier. She is a woman of steel and determination. She is my hero.
Is it my fault that I was born as a woman? Am I a toy at the hands of a man? My biggest crime is I am very naive. I never learned to say no. I haven't been brave. Everyone made fun of me for helping others. I sacrificed my education for my sisters and brothers. People have manipulated me very easily. My other crime is that I belonged to a poor family. I got married but my married life was a mess. I have been blessed with a lifelong stress. I have been treated like a dirt by my daughter-in-law. She made sure to point out my non-existent flaw. Is it my fault that I treated her like my daughter? She wiped out any sign of my happiness or laughter. Someone close to me, has showed me my place. I am an object of ridicule and disgrace. Why should I live a humiliating life? Is this my prize for being a loving mother and a loyal wife? Why does my fate despise me ? I don't have any strength to see. I am a human being. Don't treat me like a door mat. I will no longer tolerate insults ; Don't forget that. So far, I have managed to forgive everyone. At my expense, people have fun. Are the hearts of people made of stone? Do they worship and value money alone? No one deserves to be treated like a trash. People came in this world through their mother's womb. After their deaths, their remains will turn into ash. A daughter is never inferior to a son. Let everyone remember this lesson. Hurting a woman is like hurting a mother. She is irreplaceable by any other. I am sorry for my emotional outburst.But I can't see her shedding tears or getting insulted by some garbage of a person. Thank you so much for taking your precious time to visit my website. Hope you enjoyed reading my blogs. 😊😊