Friday 12 April 2013

Blaming the Butterfly


“What is it that you are holding in your hand, baby?”
“Mamma, it’s a GAARRL pin”, my 3 years old couldn’t even say the word GIRL right
“And, where did you get it from, Baby?”
“I snatched from her, and now it’s mine” his voice sturdy and tight
“My baby would give this back to the girl tomorrow, won’t you Darling?”
“No..No..I won’t, It’s mine and only mine” came his daring reply
He ate, played and slept clutching the pin in his tiny but gritty fist
The beautiful pink coloured butterfly tucked on the pin is to be impugned
It must have grabbed my baby’s attention and made him filch
Nit-picking shall annoy me, fostering the heart of a loving mother
But, a woman’s instinct gets nickeled with palpable fear dainty as a feather
A knot in my gut got tied with the occurring thought of might-be repercussions
Is that it or will I be witnessing such instances more, am I being paranoid?
Nuance it may seem, but my quivering mind fathoms deep farther inside
His ‘claiming Habit’ gave me chills
He might do it to feel that ‘Manly thrill’
Trust me all flawlessly beautiful girls there
He shall be charming, natty, genes shall thrive
What clenches my throat is the Time tested fact
Vanity swaps sanity
Hence, dreadfulness stabs
He might clasp and claim the same girl’s honour, like the pin fancied him once
Oh, He is a nascent bud, three years old still savouring the bright shades of life
He being palette and me a palette-knife
Mixing, applying or scratching the erroneous colours is my craft
I shall not let him cherry-pick and paint the canvas of life with flaws
I am and shall be savoir faire
He shall revere the ‘Platonic Love’, not ‘Noxious lust’
Pin he yanked is broken with butterfly lying apart
He shall soon absorb the lessons of his life
And no butterfly or nubile would ever get hurt…

27 comments:

  1. Wow I read this and was truly taken by the beauty of the words. it seems to have so many meanings. Kind of like a written kaleidoscopic

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    1. Thanks Keith...I tried to express what I really felt...might be could have been expressed in a better way but if you really got what I wished to say then I am honoured..Thanks a lot :)

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  2. WOW!!!! I'm honestly tongue tied. This is really really brilliant. I never expected the poem to carry such a mesage. Heart touching :')

    Hugs!! :*

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    1. And I am touched deeply by your beautiful comment...they are always surpassing their beauty n generosity everytime..Thanx a lot dalng...post without such btfl comments is incomplete..love :*

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  3. As I started reading, it appeared to be a beautiful story of a mother and her son ... but God, I never imagined the strong twist that you displayed thereafter ... a real BIG message imposed in this piece ... and it's true, something we should all pay attention to and keep in mind while nurturing the younger generation.

    As again, I am going to say that this is your best post ever, but I won't, 'cause I know your best is still yet to come. You surprise me always, and this was no exception.

    A big round of applause to you and your magical words !!!

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    1. Don't know what to say...you leave me speechless everytime...flying high with your praises becoming my wings...
      Thanks a lot buddy :)

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  4. Your emotions do you credit Sadia. May you always have the courage to be a true palette knife to your son. And may he grow up to be the man you want him to be.

    Dagny

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    1. That's all I am really working on Dagny...being a mother to grown ups u might empathize how worrying it gets at such instances...future occurence give me goose bumps...hope he turns out to grow into a beautiful and caring heart :)

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  5. ah we need to train them up in the way we want them...we have a responsibility in shaping them as parents, family and friends...kids need strong role models...and those that will love and help them through the choices in who they are becoming...

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    1. So true Brian...hope I provide my kid the right path and the strength to choose and follow it :)

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  6. Training boys up to be the kind of men we want them to be is such a challenge! Great parallels you make here Sadia. Love the 'He being palette and me a palette-knife'...that's so perfect.

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    1. Thanks Jennifer...a tough task indeed...and I am already scared :P

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  7. Again loved the words u poured out!!!
    What i actually like the most abt ur style is the manner in which the story flows. Genius!!

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    1. Thanks a lot Fahad...these are the words that push me when I am reluctant and lazy to write...:)

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  9. Oh wow!! Lovely poem Sadia! Loved the way you narrated a story through poem so beautifully with beautiful message!

    I simply loved these lines...

    " He being palette and me a palette-knife
    Mixing, applying or scratching the erroneous colours is my craft
    I shall not let him cherry-pick and paint the canvas of life with flaws"

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  10. As a mother it is obvious to be careful and show the right path to children. Good one!!

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  11. one of the most beautiful piece i have ever read..:) words...they are just beautifully manicured.

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  12. I loved it thoroughly. The words are amazing, and the story too. Very poignant!

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  13. A strong point... and poetic words...
    Loved your writing and the flow of your thinking...

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  14. It's true. The thinking was mature and laudable. Kids should be taught moral values from the beginning.

    Nice read. :)

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