Mom after bearing a lot of pain
Giving a lot of pain
I am going away after saying something to you
On my farewell, when my friends come to see you
On seeing (me?) Clad in white clothes, they will die weeping for (me)
They will repent on self being born as a girl
Mom, just tell them this much that they have to be careful
in the world of bad guys
Mom, when my brother’s wrist remains empty on the Rakhee day,
His eyes would be filled with tears, in my memories
To keep the vermillon mark on his forehead,
even my soul will be restless
Mom, don’t let my brother weep
Tell him, I am with him, every moment
Mom, even dad would weep a lot secretly
He would curse himself, saying he could do nothing
Mom, do not let him get this pain
Let him not blame himself anything
He is my pride, my self respect
That is all you tell him for me
Mom, what can I tell anything for you?
How do I catch my pain in your words?
How can I ever ask another opportunity to be born again?
Mom, people would harass you
They would blame you for giving me freedom
Mom, bear everything, but never say this:
“In my next life, do not grant me a daughter”
Original- Maa bohot Dard sah kar..-by Indu rinki verma
Translation: Uma pochampalli
About Poet :
Iam Indu Rinki verma,
am frm Bikaner,Rajasthan…..am a fashion designer nd m post graduate in Philosophy….m nt a profesnl writer bt I like to express my fellings in words as a poem when smthng happens vry good or vry bad in my lyf or smwhre else…..