POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
A confession by mother
I may look modern, ultra modern,
Sound different from convention,
But totally I am conventional,
Thread of tradition running
Through each and every move.
My family, my children and members
Know pretty, that I am wedded to family,
Domestic chores, only a little modern,
Where expected to satisfy worldly norms.
Tradition runs through my blood.
Family, bonds
and bounty,
Rules and regulations striking
All through every minute and moment,
Conventions care as if mother
Cares every moment of her life.
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