"MY ILLITERATE MOTHER 🤰"

 

I am wise

I can live my life king-size

I can but see a moment of pride

in my illiterate mother's eyes.

She chided for my incompleted homework.

She didn't understand a single syllable.

She was fooled as she didn't read

and I was learnt, I was wise . 

She ran after me day in day out

to feed me with clamour and shout.

Her etiquettes were not elegant

but I was dynamic, I was clout.

She snubbed me for the slangs I used

to make me a gentleman.

I started using foreign cuss words

as I was learned, I was scholar. 

She patted me for my bad score

to push me up a bit more.

She could not suggest for next

all she did say "Do what is best."

She was in tears when I left,

I was glad I would get deft.

She did pack a bundle of sweets

I was grown-up, I just wanted to quit.

She called me twice with a phone

she didn't know a thing about

but I was on her speed dial 

1,2 and 3 she would hear my voice.

She didn't speak the tongue

my friends' moms spoke 

and I was embarrassed a bit

as I was a gentleman, I was a hit. 

She admonished of the fake love that tempt

to save me from the pain I would get.

I got furious as I had got a girl

She was charming, she had curls.

Soon after she took the break 

I was left as I was a rake.

My mother was right but I berate

as I was clever, I was desperate.

My studies ended, my convocation arrived.

She was in tears and she was pride.

She looked different from other folks

as she was real, sh was not fake.

I understood education give you wings

but the world can make your life swing.

My mother was illiterate, 

My mother was learned,

but her prayers were real 

her care was ethereal.

                                                  ✍️Rohit Raj✍️