My birth moment brought about a dynamic change in my relatives’ expressions,
The atmosphere got transformed from anticipation to frustration.
My initial expressions matched that of each of my relative in the
Hospital’s dorm,
The lone one to cry in joy was none other than my mom.
During childhood, people in my locality nurtured me with love
& care
But now that I’ve grown mature, I get scared even by their stares.
I’ve now got acquainted with the position of each of the sewage
drain in the locality,
But the newspaper gave me light, about the change of lampposts, by
the municipality.
The first time I had left home, for pursuing my higher education,
My mother acted sternly that day, in defiance to hide her
expressions.
That day, her rolling tears, appeared to move faster than the
speed of the train,
And they soon turned uncontrollable as the monsoon rains.
Thereafter she called me several times a day, with conversations not
so detailed,
More than her love for me, it was her sense of fear that
prevailed.
Before entering into the sacred marriage relationship,
My would-be husband had to be weighed down on a scale of material possession
ship.
They say that father gets relieved at the marriage of his
daughter,
But the debt he was now under was justly equivalent to his
slaughter.
Looking back
at life, each moment of it was at other’s stake,
Forcing me to recollect what was My First Mistake?
LOVE
Abhishek Singh
The First Mistake, more than a poem, is a question put forward
to the society, by a modern day girl, who just wants an explanation to few of
her questions. She wishes to know that whether she made her gravest mistake by adapting
to a number of relationships: daughter, wife or mother, and more than that,
dotting each relationship with her utmost love & dedication.
Still today in the 21st century, birth of a girl
child, is not welcomed in most of Indian Households. Here the narrator worries
about her First Mistake, but the society needs to worry about its mistaken mindset,
before it’s too late.
