Self Reflection

 

What am I, who am I, this is the question I ask,

You are a girl, helpless,  poor chap, I listen to this answer.

When grown up, she recognized the rituals of the society,

The answer to my own question, then I found in myself.

Not helpless, not compelled, I am a blazing spark,

Do not hurt me, you will get burnt.

I am Durga and Kali…..

I am proud of the family, I am proud of my parents,

I am the sweetest form of all the forms of a woman.

Whom mother has raised with great love,

I am that mother's daughter, 

I am the initial seed of the origin of creation,

I am the way to create new relationships.

I am the thread that binds relationships in love,

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>Who handled every difficulty,

I am the daughter of that father.

 Do you know how much you mean to me?

As you grow into what you will be.

You came from within, from just beneath my heart,

It's there you'll always be, though your own life will now start.

I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,

But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.

The next few years will so quickly fly,

With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.

As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,

You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.

For you this poem was written, with help from above,

To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt love.