Me And My Arrogance

Me And My Arrogance long poem

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The moment my heart beat began
in the safe domain of my mother’s womb
was the moment my mother took charge of me

Nine months of intensive care in her womb
sacrificing her pleasure but enjoying every moment of her treasure
has given me safe passage into this world of umpteen wonder

Cried I did on entry, but she ensured that I smile all the way till my exit

such was her Love and compassion
I never could understand her or bothered to know her empathy

I was only a seed when she sowed me
she ensured I grow up tall with root deep enough
not to get uprooted easily by nature’s fury

I was ensured timely food of manure and water
and she always guarded me like a shadow and made sure
I grow healthy and strong enough to take care of me and my branches

As I grew from strength to strength
my arrogance too grew leap and bound

I could not see the hand which nurtured me
crumbling and decaying slowly

Today I lay majestically proud holding on happily and tightly to my branches
but UNaware and UNconcerned about the hand which toiled day and night
to make me stand like a giant of a tree without realizing that one day the hand holding the branch will also be severed and thrown out to face the vagaries of nature.

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Nikita Mehendiratta
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asoke kumar mitra
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excellent write sir, it left me with a very nice feeling about this beginning of the journey to life……..

Savi Mani
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wonderful poem on how the mother keeps her child in her womb, and later takes care of him……..often in our life, out of arrogance or without realising that we have hurt or ignored the reason for the very existence of our life in this earth our mother and repent only (most of the times) when she is not there………yes mother is the living God in our life and she is to be loved and respected and taken care of the same way she did to her children………wonderful poem………..made me remember my own mother….who died of cancer…..thank you for sharing

ammu sachariah
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The happiest moments in our life will be with our mother.But we never recognize it. I loved your poem.

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful portrayal!

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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There is nothing like unconditional love……give back what you get ……otherwise you are a traitor .

Preeti
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A mother’s tender love and care is nothing short of a blessing and heaven on earth..wonderful!

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