Madam Poem by sreelekha premjit

Pink cheeks
Ruby red lips of the lad
Made his mother
Pick out her sunscreen
Her tender waft like son
Confused of nationality
Condemned for idiosyncrasy
Had to rule the millions
Who would worship no matter who
Who would idiolise no matter why
It pinched her heart
To see her son
The only one
Out in the sun
Reddening cheeks
Tired, tarnished
Speaking a foreign tongue
To a foreign people
Knowing still
That it was a necessity
She endured the humiliation
Of having to dress up like a one among them
Speak, eat, live like one
For what if not to rule
To what end this sacrifice
Of living in others shoes
If not to be the ruler
Then why
It was her grouse, hers alone