Inheritance Poem by Puspanjali Sahu

Remember those days
Remember those moments
Sometimes with love
Sometimes with fake anger
Sometimes with a expression of begging
and sometimes with an attitude of praying

You asked me
to learn
to make rotis
round roties
round like the earth or may be like the universe

Dear Maa,
each time
I avoided your words
Neglected your quests
Ignored your feelings
Shattered your expectations
I thought I was crossing your imagination
that somewhere prisoned
with relations

I thought Roties can be made easily
They are combination of flour and water
I only need to be right about proportion

But why didn't you tell me
Round roties require much more than my prediction
They need balanced emotions
Heartfelt validation
Justified devotion
to each and every relation
Now
As I started
wearing your age,
it comes to my realization
round rotis
may take everything you earned
your sleep, your dream your successful imagination,
even little strength left in your bones

But
what they return
is
a smiling satisfaction