How Much True Are Your Words Alone, Mom! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

[ Prologue ]

The external appearances and the internal dramas of some men may be baffling...At times both may be in total contradiction... We may ourselves wonder why!
Poem
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Mother dear, like the monsoon rains
ncessantly I chatter aloud-
Why then these people complain,
'Why you ever remain tight-lipped, o lad? '
'Do you too hear not my high-decibel chats, dear Mother? '

I weep in torrents
And my heart is tossed about
In the sea of my tears;
How then these people murmur,
'O boy, why no tears dim your eyes? '
'How is it that I weep sans tears, Mother? '

Restlessly I roam about all these places;
'Why do you ever glue yourself to this sullen chair
At this dark corner, O youngster? '
'Does not their one-voiced query amuse you?
How can I sit and roam simultaneously, Mother? '

I sing melodious songs;
And my fingers play non-stop on the lute strings.
'Have you lost all your songs, O lad? '
'How is it that they have such a suspicion, Mother?
My song waves outspreading ever-
Do they not kiss your ears, dear Mother? '

My heart melts like wax on flame
Of affection and miseries of others;
'Stone-hearted you are! '-
'Why are such heartless words aimed at me?
They must all be all wrong, aren't they
O my dear Mother? '

My eyes go beneath the blanket of lids;
Beside me gently you sit
And comb my hair with your wiry fingers-
'Why make a mockery of sleep
Though remaining wide awake, my dear son?
I am ever aware of your chats and songs,
Tears and joys, days and nights-.
ONE DAY YOU WILL RULE THIS WORLD! '

Your silken words softly caress my ears!
Yes, your tender touch has read me inside out!

'How much true are your words alone
O my Mother! '