Spare Me The Stress Mother!

Spare Me The Stress Mother! long poem

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It’s in the morning; your words tear my heart into pieces,
What breakfast is this? No sugar simply tasteless,
Son, what kind of woman you married?
Cant dress well, can’t cook well, is simply disorganized,
Even can’t wear shoes, she is simply ugly son,
I worry about your children, her genes are unaccepted here!

Listen all, countries & nations, what a mother in law I have,
First storming into my house any day, anytime,
All that is bought for me she must get,
Where her son lives, she must be there too,
All our fights in marriage she is part of it, cheering her son,
Who asked her to be his fan?
When I leave for work she is all ugly face, who will work in house?
Her appetite, the maid can’t condone, must I leave work?

Mother please spare my heart, I got a house to cater for,
Who takes care of your husband when you busy ruining my marriage?
All my marital fights, initiated by you,
My husband is just your son, not my husband,
This is disgusting mother, have had enough of this drama!
Haven’t you read?
A man & woman will leave their fathers & mothers,
And one they shall become,
I beg of you mother, let me get my husband’s love,
Please spare me the stress; I really need a break

You haul bitter words to me; I respect you as an elder,
But mother, listen carefully to me,
You are full of bitterness; nothing is good in me to you,
What kind of mother in law are you?
You are a shame to the family, society & the world,
Mother in laws treasure their daughter in laws,
But you, you bewitch me, I leave your son,
He deserves a life too, to be loved by his wife,
To build his family, spare him oh! Mother,
I will fight for him till death do us part,
That I promise

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Rebecca Lyle

I like your poem, it does speak of despair. However, it was written very well.

Krish Chatakondu

Only those who face it , will know the pain… who am I only a spectator… praying god to rewrite script… but only through your hands this will be done… creative minds should know when to switch off… and on ….those emotions needed…. sometimes it becomes very difficult to manage others…. those are the times we should not fall prey to stress and should act smartly and try to control the damage to whatever extent possible …. we owe nothing to others as much as we owe to ourselves….
…not that smartness is not there… it is just that smartness gets clouded by emotions… very easy to say… but still I have to say you have successfully passed on that pain to me through your poem….


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