tryst with destiny

poetry

Motherhood is a divine proposition. God created life and it is His responsibility to keep it alive and going. As in Kahlil Gibran’s words, children are life’s longing for itself. And God has wonderfully put mothers as the carriers of this longing. It is with lots of hopes and aspirations that a mother bears her baby. And any little mishap that befalls her child becomes unbearable for her. And what if this mishap is not just temporary, but going to stay on with her for her lifetime? How would she cope? And that’s where the divine proposition again interferes, and gives her the strength to face all odds, to keep her’s as well as her child’s self esteem high, to find ways to keep her child motivated and raise him up to face the world with all the dignity and respect that he deserves!

Yet, sometimes she faces frustrations in her faith. She feels why is she being chosen to bear this? What is Gods motive? She dwells into the thoughts and she finds answers. She knows there is a reason, a reason beyond what the world can provide, a reason known just to her and her Almighty!

She waits hopefully to listen, to the reasons, face to face, from Him and be at peace for eternity!

( The child here is depicted as an eighteen year old adoloscent so that the reader feels the gravity of the situation. Eighteen is a crucial age as far as parents are concerned since that is the age which defines how their life is going to be steered.)

(The title “tryst with destiny” is a phrase popularized by the first prime minister of India, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, in his freedom speech, on the eve of India’s independence.)

He is the result,
of eighteen years of my toil.
What else could i have asked for;
to my Almighty,
Who gave me the strength,
to forego what He gave!
I am gifted ,
by my Almighty,
not by the wondrous wealths,
but by the inordinates,
in pain, in patience, in the inner grief,
which no one could have known,
except for Him!

He is the result,
of rising up,
after each fall. 
What else could i have asked for;
than being able to lend out,
my hands, my words, my nights,
so that he would learn, 
not just to get up, 
but to accept the fall!

He is the result,
of my dreams,
of a mamma's boy,
who wouldn't just be it.
What else could i have asked for;
than being cared for, loved for, admired for,
by him,
for all the efforts that's been put forthe,
not just to bring him up,
but, to raise him up!

He is the result,
of my prayers,
to guide me.
What else could i have asked for;
than being able to see my ills,
to change myself for the better,
not just for this world,
but for the world that He has kept in store.
What else could i have asked for;
than being able to pray for my loved ones,
so that one day,
we would unite,
once again,
in the life beyond the skies.
So that we would sit,
in His presence,
and reason out,
all that was undergone.
So that i would be at peace, 
not just for that moment,
but for eternity!