Baby Talk Poem by Indira Renganathan
Baby Talk
In the darkness of an evening
Nascent was I just on earth
Endured with pain were you there on
Ready to brook further long
Painful was I all through my teens
An arrogant snob much I haunted you
Harsh words, raged anguish...
Unaware of defiling myself
Passed twenty despicable did I grow
To placate my lust got me married
My incited lousiness, was my wife stamped
Dilemmatic became the children
Brainless became worthless into a jobless
Wordless was I in my benighted abyss
Drunkard became penniless, lately realised
Muddled in isolation when fifty
Fearful sins in a cold-sweat frightened me
Endearment, much longed by me
Disregarded although you favoured me
Forgiving, forgetting... still love me mamma?
the trials and tribulations of a woman...well depicted...regards
Indira this poem is so revealing of the lives of so many women who accept their lot...and the baby talk too. Thought-provoking piece. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank you specially for all the kind comments that you have been posting on my work.
totally scripted about a womans' life cycle.... very nice to read.. thank u
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 9:26:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a son is loved not for what he is...a son is loved because he is one...a careless..drunkard...isolated in his fifties...sad.....asking that question at the end...you love me mama...a very practical and touching poem mam... please read my 'a rememberece of dad's last words' 'a great goodness', a part of me to a part of it i become.