When I was rebuked…

Rathnashikamani By Rathnashikamani, 27th Mar 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2dp2vk79/
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Once my mother rebuked and caned me for my childhood pranks, but it became a memorable experience to me and I cannot forget it.

I described that unforgettable beautiful event in this poem.

When I was rebuked…

    When I was rebuked & caned

    for my childhood pranks,

    once,

    I was sentenced to sit

    in a corner room

    where no one entered.


    Much time after my tears had dried up,

    I stopped that boring hum of crying

    (that bothered nobody in the house)

    and, along the wall I slid to the door

    to peep at my mom’s serious face

    that made me lonesome

    and to see my sister or grandma

    coming to recue me

    but neither did care to.

    Withdrawn, I stepped back to

    that old bench whereon

    a lonely ant caught my sight

    with a food grain larger than himself,

    toiling to climb up the slope of a full sack

    but the grain would roll him down again.



    Watched it happen again & again

    eagerly ran I to the verandah

    calling my little sister,

    who undoing her embrace from grandma’s neck

    just followed me returning to my prison.



    By that time,

    the ant had vanished

    to his sand-surrounded hole on the shelf

    from where,

    when an awaited ant emerged,

    I yelled in great excitement

    Enacting how everything had happened.



    Then,

    as my mom appeared at the door,

    my lips got zipped up as ‘the sentence

    flashed back in my mind.



    From my bent head I could see my mom,

    With her hands stretched,

    nearing me:

    she was smiling and only smiling

    And I could never forget her majestic hug.

Copyright Rathnashikamani Bijja 2012

When I was rebuked…

When I was rebuked & caned

for my childhood pranks,

once,

I was sentenced to sit

in a corner room

where no one entered.


Much time after my tears had dried up,

I stopped that boring hum of crying

(that bothered nobody in the house)

and, along the wall I slid to the door

to peep at my mom’s serious face

that made me lonesome

and to see my sister or grandma

coming to recue me

but neither did care to.


Withdrawn, I stepped back to

that old bench whereon

a lonely ant caught my sight

with a food grain larger than himself,

toiling to climb up the slope of a full sack

but the grain would roll him down again.


Watched it happen again & again

eagerly ran I to the verandah

calling my little sister,

who undoing her embrace from grandma’s neck

just followed me returning to my prison.



By that time,

the ant had vanished

to his sand-surrounded hole on the shelf

from where,

when an awaited ant emerged,

I yelled in great excitement

Enacting how everything had happened.



Then,

as my mom appeared at the door,

my lips got zipped up as ‘the sentence’

flashed back in my mind.



From my bent head I could see my mom,

With her hands stretched,

nearing me:

she was smiling and only smiling

And I could never forget her majestic hug.

Copyright Rathnashikamani Bijja 2012


Image credits:

Mother's love1: by Élisabeth Vigée-Lebrun , via Wikimedia Commons

Mother's love 2 : by Élisabeth Vigée-Lebrun , via Wikimedia Commons

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author avatar Retired
27th Mar 2012 (#)

Wonderful story-poem--I like the second version best. I'm still trying to figure out how to post things with the space intact. :) Thanks for this touching tale.

:-) Namaste

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
27th Mar 2012 (#)

A mother corrects a child to make them better people but at times some of the rebuking is pent up frustration that just comes out as a torrent on a child and harms and hurts the child more mentally than physically.
Like the way you described the child...

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author avatar Judy Ellen
9th Apr 2012 (#)

You are so right about this and a parent must pray before disciplining their child, and, never discipline in the heat of anger. I really don't believe in spanking and have seen many children grow up to be fine and loving adults without spanking but instead they still learned to suffer the consequences when privileges were taken from them. I believe sometimes parents do use spanking to release their own frustrations which causes mental damage and aggressiveness on the part of the child.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
27th Mar 2012 (#)

Memories are wonderful as long as we dont spend too much time in them...thank you for this charming piece...

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
27th Mar 2012 (#)

This story/poem was one of the most moving I've ever read here on wikinut. Thank you so much Rathnashikamani.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
27th Mar 2012 (#)

The beauty of this memory is like looking at an art piece in a gallery, a perfect moment painted in the smile of your mother and your heart. Lovely....

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author avatar Tess Irons
28th Mar 2012 (#)

This is a beautiful story of your childhood narrated poetically. Very well done, Rathna. Thanks for sharing.

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author avatar Don Rothra
28th Mar 2012 (#)

Nice work.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
28th Mar 2012 (#)

Caning is normal in our society, I don't remember how many time it happened to me, but yet I don't mind over this. Still my love for my parents will remain the same as ever.
Thanks for sharing the nice poetic expression.

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author avatar Buzz
28th Mar 2012 (#)

Wow, two beautifully diverse forms echoing the same radiant sense. Thumbs up, my friend. Namaste!

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author avatar Neha Dwivedi
28th Mar 2012 (#)

wonderful poetry !!

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author avatar Jules Castillo
28th Mar 2012 (#)

you did a good job in storytelling in a poem my friend

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author avatar Retired
30th Mar 2012 (#)

wow.. beautiful binding of words..

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
1st Apr 2012 (#)

Dear Rathnashikamani: I have been trying to catch up with my messages and I have only just reached yours. This is a beautiful page and almost told through a child's eyes. Of course, a child would see an ant and watch it. Your childhood, if it is yours, resulted in a wonderful friend for me and I am sure so many others. Stay close by, dear Rathnashikamani.

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author avatar Judy Ellen
9th Apr 2012 (#)

I am sure that it was your mother's love and discipline that made you the great person you are today!! I am also sure that it broke her heart at the thought of having to discipline you.

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author avatar sarosh
18th Apr 2012 (#)

Very touching

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author avatar Retired
15th May 2012 (#)

Beautiful poem, Rathna. I can totally vibe with your feelings at that point of time.

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author avatar Naran
29th Jun 2012 (#)

Dood.
I am seeing "the child"
I like.

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author avatar Ramalingam
30th Jun 2012 (#)

Excellent poem.The childhood innocence I like more.Thanks.

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author avatar AMITA PATEL
31st Aug 2012 (#)

Lovely poem

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
30th Jan 2013 (#)

A fine poem. Since it is borne out of your personal experience it sounds so good. Keep it up.

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