Right is in succession

If I took no milk
Or over ate cream
You became irritant.
When I pestered you in bed
You yelled me to exit and
When I played truant
You pulled me in.
Whether I broke the wares
Or my legs, you beat me up.
It was the case when
I spilt the ink or split the cloth.
For all you enacted
I hated you, mother,
I hated you. Alas!
The time I know you were right
I already have a child to hate me
For what I do him as right.
19.07.96

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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