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Very beautiful poem.....perfect picture of mother and daughter relationship... A Dreamful life affection...and aspirations...
The daughter urges for joy and not for grief through poetic expression. There is no need to hide face at each moment. Life is cheerful. Tear falls from her eyes but we can make a choice of transformation of grief into happiness. A brilliant and excellent poem is very well penned..Revisiting this poem we feel glad.10
Liked the poem, liked the portrait made by your daughter and liked her thoughts as well.
Thank you so much Akhtar Jawadji.You have a very kind heart and so are your words I am deeply obliged.
Your daughter is a talented artist! I have only sons, so I really enjoy reading poems about mothers and their daughters and the legacy of women. As a female poet, you've added your voice to the life of women that often is left silent. By being award of the challenges of being a woman, you've raised a strong one with a strong voice. Beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing.
hi, bharati! this is the second (or third?) time i've read this poem. there are cultural references here i'm not familiar with. what i do get and appreciate is the way you render your daughter's words, the opening lines; the words themselves and the tone are believable. and with you i hope the best for your daughter. few or none of us is brought up in a vacuum with no cultural influences. but what to keep and what dispense with? hoping for a world where all can respect us and the choices we make, glen
Thank you Glen Kappy for your appreciation of my poem.It is my great pleasure to know that you have read this poem for second and third times.Yes.it must be difficult for Western people to understand this poem because of the wide cultural difference between East and West.My poem refers to position of women in Indian society.Though society has changed a lot.still I do not believe 'the patriarchal mindset has changed much.Here women have little independence upon the decisions over their own life. Sons are preferred over daughters.While parents are ready to spend in sons' education, they hesitate to educate daughters.In many cases they fear that if daughter is highly educated, they may not find a suitable groom for her.Daughters are seen as burden upon parents because parents have to spend huge amount to give dowry to daughter's in -laws at the time of her marriage.Here love-marriage is a strict no no.Loving some one before marriage is a stigma.Because some parents can not give dowry as demanded by in-laws, many marriages break, many brides are tortured and many commit suicides.This is the grim picture of our society. When girls are deprived of education, they can not get employment and their condition becomes precarious.Many of my poems express the condition of women of Indian society.
With colors of my dreams! Nice dedication. Your daughter is doing well with her Art painting. Extend my regards to her as well. Stay blessed always. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Perception differs as one grows old, a generation can put you a world apart, your daughter's view reflects honesty while your lovely expression shows the wisdom of age. Put together, a healthy relationship is seen. Looks like I will have to see things that my children perceive from their point of view as well. Thank you.
The poem is beautiful....! But more than it, I love the drawing done by your daughter! Lovely! It is always a pleasure to have a daughter that I am not privileged to enjoy! Instead I have two sons.... not old enough to marry and bring a daughter home!
Thank you Madam for appreciation of this poem..I will convey your words to my daughter.
I have seen My mother, sisters and aunts Wiping their tears silently by their Anchals They do not care If the girls die By hanging or burning I will decorate My ten corners With colors of My dreams. Ohhh your daughter is very positive and confident to tell you that To you a great poetess they dare to tell……very very nice.. indian situation, arranged marriages which kill.. a mental death. But they go on. I know so many women who suffer in their lives after marriage., a great and actual theme.. very nice poem dear Bharati. God bless you. tony
Thank you Tony for your appreciation of my poem. When we say 'daughter', it relates to all women as every woman is some mother's daughter.In Indian situation it is not only a question of arranged marriage , but the status of women in general.Of course there are lucky daughters, lucky women and good parents.
Nicely depicted poem, nice picture by your daughter. Nice love between the two being expressed. Thank you.
Thank you Vaidyanathan Ram Iyer for appreciating my poem.I hope you enjoy my other poems too.
Deepest love among mother and daughter has been presented nicely and captivatingly. The dream of the daughter in the pen of a poetess has been revealed aptly. Let God fulfill her dreams. Thanks for sharing.
Dear Bharati, A beautiful poem! I enjoyed the dialogue between you and your daughter! It speaks volumes of a deep bond between mother daughter relationship. I loved your daughter's dream to soar high into space. May all her dreams come true. A lovely picture too. Thank you Bharati.100
like mother, like daughter......what a beautiful write......so soft and touching
Looking at your poem, I pick up emotions, many corridors of feelings are involved in this poem, those of mother, daughter and others....is not my story only...I find this poem very deep with meaning and I just love it! The picture connects the reader with the daughters perspective look at me...I am not one among them, wisdom, dreams leaves....I will soar into space, I will decorate my ten corners with colors my dreams, this poem is pure genius! !
What an exalted conversation between a daughter and mother! You two are very special! That image she has drawn for you is beautiful. Loved the poem. (10)
So sweet and beautiful, a nice picture by your daughter and a lovely poem by you.
The dreams of an young girl well presented along with the hapless ones.
rain? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Anchals? maybe: CIRCLE MEANING IN HINDI Circle अंचल, चक्र, चक्कर anchal, anchal, chakkar Definition & Synonyms • Circle [for me, Bri, a couple of the below definitions may 'work' in this poem] (n.) Indirect form of words; circumlocution. (n.) A circular group of persons; a ring. (n.) An instrument of observation, the graduated limb of which consists of an entire circle. (n.) A round body; a sphere; an orb. (n.) To move around; to revolve around. (n.) Compass; circuit; inclosure. (n.) A territorial division or district. (n.) A series ending where it begins, and repeating itself. (n.) A form of argument in which two or more unproved statements are used to prove each other; inconclusive reasoning. (n.) To encompass, as by a circle; to surround; to inclose; to encircle. (v. i.) To move circularly; to form a circle; to circulate. (n.) A company assembled, or conceived to assemble, about a central point of interest, or bound by a common tie; a class or division of society; a coterie; a set. (n.) The line that bounds such a figure; a circumference; a ring. (n.) A plane figure, bounded by a single curve line called its circumference, every part of which is equally distant from a point within it, called the center. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i like the poem, but it is long (for showcase) and i don't want to compress it. i'll look for another. good luck to your daughter AND to you, 'Mom'. or is it 'Mum'? or....? a new and hopefully happier generation of girls is developing is seems. at least in some circles of Indian society! I have NOT read enough of your poems to know how often you have written about rain. bri ;)
This is a complex poem, m and I was rewarded by its honesty and thoroughness. The vivid opening with your daughter's reaction to your poems was particularly powerful. And your reaction shows a mother's compassion but also a poet's pride in the honesty of her writing. Time will heal the daughter's confusion. There will still be the need to support a woman's freedom to make life decisions for herself. A poem cannot solve these issues but I admire your faith in poetry to accomplish what it can do: keep a record of people's feellings, express the truth as you see it, and allow time to works its healing.
Nice poem depicting frankness of both.