A lil’ kid came into this world,
Twinkle of her mom’s eye,
Pride of her dad’s life untold,
Baby doll “he” had got, “her brother” who could now fly…
She loved her cradle - her mom’s lap, and her mom’s arms were fur,
She would feel so secure like the entire universe hugging her.
Every lullaby that her mom sang with that charming delight,
Had in its melody, all the energy sailing her to a sparkling lil’ world each night.
She was small, but a mall of dynamism she was,
So delicate, so vulnerable, so pure that the grown up eyes saw in her, a world with no flaws.
She was born in the South of India and moved to the North,
Her smile & beauty, made a news mammoth…
She loved her home, enjoyed in her colony so huge,
She loved her school, her favorite genial refuge.
Soon became the apple of all her teachers’ eyes,
Made her friends proud and got a few glances of innocent jealousy around with sighs…
Her dad taught her cycling when she was just 4 years of age,
Her brother played around with her, teaching her the new games he learnt at every stage.
Teachers taught her how to write the alphabets and mom gave her the artistic hand-writing for each,
Teachers taught her English, mom taught her pronunciation and expressions of speech…
Her mom got her trained in dance and fine arts to go artistic,
Teachers loved her voice, so trained her in Indian & Western music.
She couldn’t keep the training go for long,
But it was certainly enough for her to realize these gifts in her were strong…
She got busy with her growing books proportional to strain,
The weight of which was heavier on the shoulders than the brain.
However, she was showered with opportunities in school and her locality,
Which she absolutely used to grow her abilities…
She loved taking part in extempore and elocutions,
She would never give up in the debate competitions,
She would be a keen listener to be a smart challenger and a great speaker at the JAM panel,
Even if she had no argumentative points, she always had sentences ready for every channel…
She made a mark in her age groups in both slow and fast cycling,
She had grown as an athlete and was into all the possible sports pertaining to her liking,
She would give dance performances choreographed by her and her group,
She would sing her heart out on stage, with the school orchestra troop…
Her next love was Mathematics,
Which she very well coupled with the radio singing retro picks.
Whatever were her abilities, she was recognized for all,
The credit definitely goes to her mom, dad, brother and her teachers for their call…
She would participate not just for her happiness and gay,
When she got home with her praises & prizes, she would make her mom’s day.
These lil’ things made her life a fair,
Absolutely innocent and beaming with flair…!!!
Could her life not always been fair-like swift?
With so much in her, was she able to do justice to any of her gifts??
Did she not go with the crowd, living the life a very normal way?
Do we all grow up to face extreme changes and let the challenges crunch our wishes in the path of growth, the usual way??
- A tribute to my mom