A helpless babe in the cradle, wailing,
Me you nurtured with love and showed I can
On my own feet stand the, whole world hailing.
Spurned I your love and outside to, play ran.
An ignorant child no right nor wrong knew,
Me you loved and, taught me wisdom of lore
of earth, of ether both age old and new.
Spurned I your love, seeking gaiety more.
A broken man wounded, fresh from defeat,
Me your love healed and ushered a new zest
To stand, to fight, to face the battle heat.
Spurned I your love in my, for success quest.
To love and to, lose was, always your fate;
Mine is; to lose, and to, love wee too late.
Writer's Note: My first attempt at Sonnet dedicated to my mother. I have tried to follow the rules of the regular Shakespearean sonnet. (Rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg with 10 syllables every line and alternating short and long stresses). Though I have managed to maintain the rhyme scheme and 10 syllables in every line, could not bring the alternating short and long stresses. Guess that is too much for someone writing the third third poem of his life. Hopefully one day I can.
Usually it is good to leave the reader to intrepret the poem her own way. But Then as a new writer on the block who understands the low attention span of his audience I feel it necessary to add a note. One generally tends to take mother for granted. The first quatrain tells how mother dotes over her baby, but as a baby, one is more interested to run out and play the moment one can walk leaving a disappointed mother. The second quatrain shows how as a teenager, the mother teaches you a lot of things and gives you the value system and educates you about the ways of the world. But you are more interested in movies, malls, video games, friends , girl firends, parties and all kinds of entertainment. Again you leave behind a disappointed mother. The third quatrain shows as a grown professional, every time you face a disappointment, mother is one who is there to give you solace and encouragement. But you are more bothered about career and work and have no time for old mother. Finally the concluding couplet brings out how only when she leaves you, you realize her true value and repent for all the love you did not give her over the years.
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