Don’t ask
          When her three year old son plays
          In  the water when it rains,
          Paper boat is the child’s excitement,
         the caring mother chides not to
         go near the water,
       “ why mummy?”                             
          don’t ask questions, the mother replies,
          you will get ill.
    
        when he is in ten,
      when she takes him to a party,
      she cautions him not to go
     near the ice-cream side,
    he pleads mummy, mummy, he pleads,
     “Why? Mummy?”          
    Don’t ask questions, she pats him
    With a firm admonition,
    You will not be able to sit for
   the half-early examination
   if you have cough and sneeze.
  When he is fifteen, the curious
  asks the mother, who is that
  aunt? is she dad’s girl friend,
  who gets a a lift back home?     
  She nods her face, yes she
  Is your dad’s office friend,
 Don’t ask silly questions
 any more, she replies.     
  When he is twenty, the mother asks
  the son, my child, who is the girl
 who chats with you for hours
 together my I know?
Don’t ask me questions, mom,
I am grown up and can take
Care of myself and my future. 
 
Friday, April 25, 2008
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