My mom is very fond of my daughter. She gets down to her level to play and talk with the girl. I love watching them together. My mom used to wonder each time my girl smiles while playing ” Idhu manasula enna odarthunu therinchaa nalla irukum la ? ” ( ” I wonder what going on in this little girl’s mind”). Really what goes on in their mind?
Yesterday when I was going through an Aradha pazhaya * poetry book I found a poem similar to the baby’ s play which I wanted to share in this space. The poem “Play” written by ‘Armando Menezes’ goes this way.
Play
Baby with the painted toy,
Could you understand your joy,
You would know
Why it is so hard to call
Sister from her ragged doll;
Why your mother loves you so
And your sister and your brother;
Why your father loves your mother;
Why the sun plays with the cloud,
And the moonlight with the waters;
Why the God of love must play
Antics with men’s sons and daughters…
All is play, it seems;
All our deeds and dreams
All we think or say !
And who knows the vast Divine
Bumps this world with shade and shine,
Romps with mortal grief and joy
As you, Baby, with your toy?
— Armando Menezes
I liked this poem. You may this why a sudden poetry mogam nu. I always appreciate simple poem which I can understand and I have tried writing one or two when I first saw my boy! Lovanski Period, u know!
* very old
On 31st of August, my dad got retired from his government service. After nearly 31 years of being a government surgeon in the same institution, I thought he would feel bad. Yes. Obviously, he felt bad, not because he will not get his salary or because he cannot have any position in government but he loves the college and hospital. He loved serving to poor and needy in the government hospital. My dad has never bad mouthed the government service and had the service very close to his heart.
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