generations apart

GENERATIONS APART




My daughter



once I was desperate to see her grow

wished ,the time could more fast, flow

thrilled to watch my dreams’ stretched wings

sweetest melody of success …for which everybody longs

I cared her…I loved her…dedicated myself, capability beyond

As I was desperate to convert all units of time…only into seconds

Time passed by…unnoticed …unheard…unfelt …like a roadside bagger

Still I was waiting …eyes wide open with utmost eager

she talks like me ,walks like me, suggests exactly like me

now I am scared, thinking of her departure…suddenly vanished …all my glee

my mother

her eyes became dry…no liquid left to cry

looks are blank…expressions blanch

she reminds me of a host plant

parasitic relations webbed around her…once so blunt

she still worries about me…challenging my feeling of being grown up

she hides always my identity among those parasitic stuff

I see my occasional reflection…cuts me with a logical knife

When my daughter will leave me …have her own life

I will be waiting as my mom does

Lending my ears to hear two words

Mom …I STILL NEED YOU…

You are my base …my host..my mentor

Though I am the most camouflaging parasite…I am your daughter

Your blood and flesh…your bones and your cell..

Still I need your two soft palms to wipe out dust

Which gathered all through these yeas..

I am handing over all this …generations apart…generations next…