Mother In The Kitchen Poem by Bisy Untan
Mother In The Kitchen
I sat on the kitchen chair
Utensils all around to wash.
Everybody walked here and there
Blindfolded as the smokey walls.
For a minute, the utensils stood up
The pot began to grow around my head,
The spoons plated as my hair,
The forks began to move as my hands,
Suddenly the bowl shaped my belly,
The trays on my back,
The long spoons crept into my legs,
I looked funny as a different one.
I shed off my anger and everything fell.
'A cat in the kitchen! 'someone cried.
My hus and son ran in and saw,
They put back all to the kitchen stand!
Beautiful dedication to all mothers. In reality no one understands value of mother. She is there in all walks of life. No family member understand this. Loved reading it.
Truly mother can bring out the best..We all are children and really amazed of how mother can changed all by her role, even as simple as food..in this poem i really like your expression especially second and third stanza...and the cat in the kitchen was expressive in so nicely there...Bisy Untan, keep it up...for making more nice poems
You are quite right! Even now women are tied to their conventional role of cooking for everybody and looking after the household. Her sufferings are taken for granted and no one pays any attention! So making a little sound is the only way to draw the attention of the other family members! You have dealt with the theme in a novel way!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 3:54:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
finest poem on the mother's suffering; good dedication