My mother stood through every pain... தாயின் தியாகங்கள்!

"The Sacrifices of a Mother" என்பது ஒரு தாயின் அளவற்ற தியாகம், அன்பு, பொறுமை மற்றும் உறுதியை உணர்வுபூர்வமாகச் சித்தரிக்கும் கவிதையாகும். 

கவிஞர் தனது தாயின் உண்மை வாழ்க்கைப் போராட்டங்களையும், குடும்பத்திற்காக அவர் செய்த அர்ப்பணிப்புகளையும் இதயத்தைத் தொடும் வகையில் பதிவு செய்துள்ளார். 

தாயின் அன்பும் தியாகமும் எந்த செல்வத்தாலும் ஈடுசெய்ய முடியாதவை என்பதை இந்தக் கவிதை வலியுறுத்துகிறது. உலகின் அனைத்து தாய்மார்களுக்கும் இந்தக் கவிதை ஒரு அன்பான அஞ்சலியாக அமைகிறது

She was not born in poverty’s pain,

But under comfort’s golden reign.

A landlord’s child with dreams so bright,

Wrapped in warmth and gentle light.

Her mother fed her tenderly,

With love as deep as endless sea.

Like princess days beneath the sun,

Her childhood life had just begun.

But storms can rise without a sign,

And shatter joys in little time.

Her uncles, blinded by their greed,

Destroyed the family’s precious seed.

Her father lost his wealth and land,

Like slipping sand from helpless hand.

With wounded hearts and tearful eyes,

They walked beneath uncertain skies.

To Gudur town they came at last,

Leaving behind their shining past.

No palace walls, no fields so wide,

Only courage walking beside.

Her mother laboured day and night,

To keep the family’s future bright.

And my dear mother, small and weak,

Worked before she learned to speak

Of childhood dreams or schoolyard cheer,

For struggle had already near.

At seven years, her tiny hands

Touched the weight life demands.

While other children laughed in play,

She wiped her family’s tears away.

Then came the darkest, cruelest day,

When death took Grandma far away.

The world became a silent room,

Filled with sorrow, fear, and gloom.

Yet like a lamp in wind and rain,

My mother stood through every pain.

A little girl with burdened heart,

Forced to play a mother’s part.

She raised her sisters with such care,

Though grief and hunger lingered there.

She gave her youth without complaint,

Like heaven’s own forgotten saint.

No books to read, no school bell’s song,

Her sacrifices grew lifelong.

She buried dreams she could not chase,

Yet wore a smile upon her face.

At thirteen years she wed my father,

Still worrying for her sisters rather.

Though married young and tested sore,

She kept on giving more and more.

By God’s own grace a path was shown,

Her sisters slowly safely grown.

And through the nights of endless fight,

My mother became our guiding light.

She built our home with patient tears,

And carried hope through weary years.

Not gold nor jewels made her shine,

But sacrifices so divine.

A mother’s love asks no return,

Yet for her children’s joy will burn.

She broke her dreams to build our way,

And turned our darkness into day.

If strength had eyes, they’d look like hers,

If kindness spoke, it would be her words.

If angels walked this earth in grace,

I see one in my mother’s face.

Today our family stands with pride,

Because my mother never stepped aside.

Through every wound and every scar,

She became our brightest star.

No treasure in this world can be

Greater than her love to me

God gave us many gifts in life,

But my dear mother is the greatest gift of all.

This poem is based on the real story of my mother and the lives of many mothers like her. Though my mother faced countless struggles in her life, she never lost hope. Her courage, sacrifices, and strength continue to inspire my life every day.

(V. JAYANTHI , Graduate teacher , Creative Writer , PUMS Konganancherry, Chengalpattu district)