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This poem expresses the poet's feelings of guilt and regret towards his mother. In three stanzas, the poet reflects on being a difficult child who gave his mother problems but whom she supported unconditionally. As an adult living away from home, the poet realizes how much his mother sacrificed for him and her other children. He sees her working tirelessly each day without rest and feels sorry that he cannot repay her kindness or live up to her hopes and dreams for him. The poet acknowledges that despite leaving home, he will always be her "painfully shy son" and feels small in comparison to all she has done for her family.

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A Poem For Mother Text

This poem expresses the poet's feelings of guilt and regret towards his mother. In three stanzas, the poet reflects on being a difficult child who gave his mother problems but whom she supported unconditionally. As an adult living away from home, the poet realizes how much his mother sacrificed for him and her other children. He sees her working tirelessly each day without rest and feels sorry that he cannot repay her kindness or live up to her hopes and dreams for him. The poet acknowledges that despite leaving home, he will always be her "painfully shy son" and feels small in comparison to all she has done for her family.

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A poem for mother

--- Robin S. Ngangom

Palem Apokpi, mother who gave birth to me,


to be a man how I hated leaving home
ten years ago. Now these hills
have grown on me.
But I’m still your painfully shy son
with a ravenous appetite,
the boy who lost many teeth after
emptying your larder. And
I am also your dreamy-eyed lad
who gave you difficult times
during his schooldays, romancing
every girl he wanted, even
when he still wore half-pants.
You told your children that
money and time do not grow on trees, and
I could never learn to keep up with them.
It isn’t that I’ve forgotten
what you’ve come to mean to me
though I abandoned much and left
so little of myself for others
to remember me.
I know how you work your fingers to the bone
as all mothers do, for unmarried sons,
ageing husband and liberated daughters-in-law.
Worried about us, for a long time
your lips couldn’t burgeon in a smile,
lines have furrowed your face and
first signs of snow are on your hair.
Today, as on every day you must have risen
with temple bells before cockcrow, swept
the floors and after the sacred bath
cooked for the remainder of us. I can see you
returning every dusk from the bazaar,
your head laden with baskets.
Must you end toiling forever?
I’m sorry Palem.
I’ve inherited nothing
of your stable ways or culinary skills.
Forgive me, for all your dreams
of peace during your remnant days
I turned out to be a small man
with small dreams, living a small life.
About the poet

Robin Singh Ngangom was born in


Imphal, Manipur of North Eastern
India. He is a bilingual poet who
writes in English and Meiteilon. He
studied literature at St Edmund's
College and the North Eastern Hill
University Shillong, where he
teaches. His books of poetry include Words and the Silence (1988)
published by Writers Workshop, Time's Crossroads (1994) and The
Desire of Roots (2006). His essay, Poetry in a Time of Terror
appeared in The Other Side Of Terror: An Anthology Of Writings On
Terrorism In South Asia published by Oxford University Press, New
Delhi (2009). He was conferred with the Katha Award for Translation
in 1999.

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