A Son's Appeal To A Doting Mom Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

Mother! beside me sit-
I am to open my mind to you today-

You delight me with your affection
But spoil me also many times
With excess of your eyeless love!

You worry too much about my hunger
But never seem to care about my health;
You pester me at bed to wake up from sleep
Only to overfeed me with your greed of love.

All my pleas for a minimum of exercise
Miserably fail to knock your ears!
Adamant are your mindless insisting calls
That seem to eat away my flesh and bones-

Mom..don't you know that excess of any,
Including love, is highly detrimental
To the object of love one does cherish!

Mom..see my pathetic physique-
I have grown obese, lazy and dull;
Nothing of this bright beautiful nature
Interests me anymore; not even girls in their prime!

And I have become a deadwood to be eaten away by sloth;
Even anger shames me refusing a meet!
Is it what you desired of your son, O Mom?
I am now in my wasted youth;

Do not clip my wings anymore, Mom.
I could see my blue broad skies;
Let me take my flight into my jolly heavens
Singing and warbling on my way!

Pray do not dam my spirit of youth
With the high stone walls of affection;
Happily allow me to breach your banks
To feel the ebbs and throbs of earthly life
Through my tumbles and rises at my first hand meets.

Like a lion should I stroll
and roar in might to face all odds of life!