MAA!- The Poem
78MAA is a word of Hindi language. Its meaning is MOTHER.
Here I recount the story as I knew,
Women of her grit are found just a few.
Found on a heap, she was left by her mother,
Unwed as she was, the courage couldn't gather,
Orphanage was her home, for the next few year,
Childhood was spent with neglect couldn't bear,
With smile on her lips, she became so strong,
Helping all inmates, setting right what was wrong.
With time, as it passed, she became a pretty-one,
The looks were so enticing, no parallel under sun,
But Alas! As it went, her looks turned her foe,
She fell down in love, Chairman's son you know.
So hopelessly were in love, separation couldn't bear,
Eloped they together, were caught very near.
Chairman's son was chided and left as it happens,
Towards her though they had, pointed their weapons.
Tormented and ridiculed, accused she was of theft,
Around her were enemies, no friends could have been left.
Jailed as she was, for a couple maybe few,
For a crime she never did, for a crime she never knew.
But see what character, this girl carried so high,
She carried on her days, no anger and no sighs.
Anyone in her place, would have turned an angry man,
But experience that she had, completely changed woman
When out, when in open, gathered her life again,
Unable to live there, she boarded down a train.
No destination had she chosen, she could go anywhere,
While sadness filled her heart, on lips was her prayer.
As God may have his way, train terminated at my town,
Nowhere had she planned, so she had to get down.
Platform was her home, now for coming few year
She cared for the homeless and ones were left there.
They all that were discarded, they all that were alone,
They called her as 'MAA' for the love that she had shown.
As the days passed by , and the months became years,
With help she built a 'HOME', for succor and wiping tears.
Girls and boys had rushed and so had women and men,
Drifted down towards her, we know not how and when.
Good work as we all know, carries far and wide,
The world became her oyster, as she carried on her stride,
A 'HOME' became now two and two sped to twenty,
Now she was in a position, to dole out them the plenty.
It happens in the life and have seen it so often,
When you rise above in life, shortcomings are forgotten.
So this was what happened and happened on one day,
'MAA' got an invitation, to inaugurate and to say,
The venue was the orphanage, where once she used to run,
Accused of a crime, which never had she done.
Straddled on the stage all eyes fixed on her,
Identity of this girl, how could they now remember.
"I'm happy to be here, for this was once my house,
You must not be remembering, and I don't keep a grouse,
I'm happy that you accused me, evidences you could dig,
If you hadn't left me helpless, I couldn't be this BIG.
Do pardon me publicly, for publicly you accused,
Forgive me for the end, that this platform is being used,
For I'm that same girl, whom you accused of that theft,
But stolen was my faith, which dearly I had kept.
Promise me, you won't accuse, a soul so much helpless,
For that may kill humanity, and virtues may depress."
As words of 'MAA' there sailed, silence spread around,
Few could raise their heads, no one could utter a sound.
Having said these words, 'MAA' disappeared among inmates,
To help, advise and comfort, as was her common trait,
For that was once she wanted, but got the name of thief,
SHE wanted sooth all hearts, SHE wanted fray all grief.
MAKUSR bows his head to 'MAA' in great reverence,
An epitome of beauty; courage, compassion, perseverance.
- MAKUSR
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Sunnie Day,
Greetings from MAKUSR. This is a true story of a wo man who was deserted by her husband only to begin her life as a one supporting and giving help to others. Thanks for visit and comment.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Aye,MAKUSR, you have told this story well if only such lies turned out so well,
Lots of Love,
Blessings and peace,
dusty
When one has been deserted somehow they rise above their circumstances and it will make them the stronger women..It is sad that she had to walk through the fire but it made her the person she is and able to help many..Great story!
Dusty,
Greetings from MAKUSR. This is a real story of a woman which happened in India. Can you elaborate your comment,
, you have told this story well if only such lies turned out so well
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Sunnie Day,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Thanks for the second comment on this poem. Yes, this is a story of grit and faith. It is women nay humans like her who light up and make the world. Thanks for the comment and visit once again.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Beautiful story in poetic pattern, this is what I love in narrative poetry. By the way Maa also means Goddess in Nepali language.
There is no doubt that the saintly walk among us. You have now laid down such a story.
Vinaya,
Greetings from MAKUSR. MAA also means Goddess in Hindi language. From tomorrow we are having auspicious Navratri Festival in India for nine days. Wish you happy Navratri. Congratulations on scoring a 100! Thanks for comment.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
By the way the navaratri festival is called Dashain in Nepal, equivalent of Dushera in India. happy Dushera to you my friend.
Vinaya,
We'll be celebrating Dusshera on 6th of October just a day after Navratri. Thanks and happy Dusshera to you also and your family.
Lots of Love,
Manoj
MAKUSR, my greatest apologies for sloppy typing, spell check did not catch the missing "V" of my intended
"If only such lives turned out so well" I was thinking about the woman standing strong in the face of those who lied and put her away on false pretenses into jail where she emerged strong and faithful to a task of helping others to rise above the trials of life that many would rise bitter and feeling defeated and this woman rose stronger, with a purpose that God surely recognized and will reward her for her actions.
My mistake,
Lots of Love,
dusty
mckbirdbks,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Thanks for reading the poem and the comment. Yes, we still have some people who spent their whole life helping others. One such soul was Mother Teresa, a Saint and Noble Prize winner.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Dusty,
Greetings from MAKUSR. God had destined me to be blessed twice by you. That's why the error. I know sir, you've got the essence of the poem. Trials bring the best in best.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
MAKUSR, I always return to a comment left, to insure it was received well. I don't think I have ever left a comment unkind and if I did it was like this "accidentally" glad things are set right.
Lots of Love,
dusty
dusty,
I had never doubted your good feelings.There could have been nothing wrong between us.
Lots of Love,
MAKSR
makusr...your hommage to MAA is absolutely breathtaking..so beautiful..so honorable..and to recognize this wonderful soul for all that she gave. Truly a heart warming and encouraging hub. So much reverence and respect. Just beautiful all the way around.
makusr you have told this story beautifully in poetic form. There are many such women and men on this earth who truly deserve a place in heaven.
True many would turn out bitter and resentful, it is only a few who emerge stronger and with such faith to help others.
This is a beautiful story told in a poetic fashion that's compelling and heartfelt. We sometimes are so quick to judge another's actions. We never really know the heart of a person. Some of our greatest people were deemed unfit through judgement. Thank you for bringing this story. It touched me.......
Lucky Cats,
Greetings from MAKUSR. I am truly touched by your comment. MAA as we all know is born to give. She provides hope where there is none, comfort where it is wanted. Thanks for reading and the comment therein.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Rosemay50,
Greetings from MAKUSR. It is through readers like you and few of the very caring and considerate people who may be found here that give me strength to write. It has been an honor for me to write about MAA. She is a complete woman. So beautiful to look with a soul so pure and worthy of a saint. Thanks for the comment.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
always exploring,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Thanks for reading and experiencing the warmth of the soul of MAA. I'll quote a line
I close my eyes
And envision a beautiful mystical soft fairy call
from your beautiful poem. MAA is as much beautiful from outside as she is from within. Thanks for reading and for the comment.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Makusr - - I truly appreciate this wonderful tribute to a courageous woman, whoever she may be! Her own life started so inauspiciously, abandoned by her own mother in such a terrible way. So sad! Then her own beauty betrayed her when she fell in love and it must have been a 'no-no' in the caste arrangement or politically, even though the love was reciprocated. Still it was forbidden and she was rejected. So again she lost. Then another insult when she was falsely accused of a crime she did not commit and was forced to flee. But she was not defeated! Instead she triumphed so that her life sparkled and her work helped others. What better tribute could there be than to rise a above so many disastrous 'breaks' to become a shining example!!
I am smiling, though - about Dusty's typo. Truthfully, when I read the statement, initially I questioned the wording, but then I thought that the word 'lies' in it must surely refer to those false accusations against the heroic lady you call MAA, to point out how she rose even above that false accusation, so that the 'lies' of which she had been accused even turned out with good results. Maybe otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to flee and might not have found her true destiny.
Of course, now I know that Dusty meant 'lives' and that makes more sense. But, knowing Dusty, I never for a moment thought he meant anything but something good! So - maybe there are two meanings to be gleaned! One just never knows!
Thanks for an inspiring story, dear Makusr!
Maa was so deserving of an apology for the wrongful accusations, yet she went her way and did obey her soul and her mind took over and she performed those lovely deeds to others that she would have done onto her. A true Mother Theresa. Thank you for sharing this beautiful sad poem, you brought a tear to my eye, you moved me and that is what great poetry is suppose to do. Bravo my friend.
Hello Makusr...very curious if this is the MAA urf AMAA who is renowned in India?
Apart from who this person is...you have narrated her story with so much depth and beauty that there were stages when I was sad and stages where there was inspiration.
Needless to say that a woman's courage can sometimes be lethal and sometimes aspiring to climb Mt. Everest :)
Nellieanna,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Thanks for the erudite reading and such soulful comment. I am so happy to receive comment from you as I have written in your comment box that you are one of the very few who give an individual reply. Very considerate of you. I am happy that you have got the essence of the poem.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
P.S:- Dusty is a thorough gentleman and I never had any doubt about him.
saddlerider1,
Greetings from MAKUSR. I am indebted to you that you took time off your busy schedule to read, comment and feel the same emotions that I underwent when I wrote this poem. Thanks for the gesture.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Ruchira,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Ruchira I must confess that I am always impressed by strong women. Why? Because women have to try twice as hard to prove that they are half as good as men. But the happy thing is that they do it with aplomb and with finesse. India abounds in such women. Smt. Indira Gandhi was one such example. We may agree or disagree about her ways. But about her ability and determination - no doubts.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
MAKUSR, you have written a beautiful tribute to a woman who certainly had "goddess" qualities! To go on after all of those dreadful things they did to her; to be treated so unfairly and then to maintain her sanity through acceptance of a punishment she didn't deserve and rise above it is miraculous. She exudes strength, faith and compassion. To give her life to those in need, becoming a champion for the poor, indigent, and alone - the story you tell is breathtaking and the rhyme makes it almost into her song. Maa would be so honored, humbled though I think :) Voted up, beautiful and awesome.
Erin LeFey,
Greetings from MAKUSR. I am indebted that you spared time for me and had a read of my tribute to 'MAA'. Yes, indeed she is a soul so pure you won't find another. It so happens that trials in our life often bring the best in us. But this is a rare quality.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Thank you! (And we are in agreement about Dusty! :-)
Nellieanna,
Greetings from MAKUSR. What a kind soul you are. Never had a doubt about Dusty. He is a pure soul and a dear friend.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
Nice story. Thanks for sharing.
mottiandbander,
Greetings from MAKUSR. Thanks for visiting my hub destination and for taking care to post a comment. Thanks for the appreciation too.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
....you are also a storytelling master in the grand tradition and yes my mum was 'my' best friend (so was my dad) ....and they both made me the man I am today!
Always a sublime pleasure to read your words of purity and depth my friend - it was a good day when we met!
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Epi,
Greetings from MAKUSR. It is very heartening to note that you had the love and support of your parents. So was I. In India a saying goes that children rise because of the good deeds of their parents. Yes, indeed it was good day and a very great day when I met you. God is kind. Keep inspiring.
Lots of Love,
MAKUSR
What an inspiring woman and story you tell. Pain in her life made her stronger in her convictions. Great morale and touching knowing this is a true story.
Minnetonka, fact is always stranger and stronger than fiction. She is a well known figure in India and a movie has been made on her. Thanks for reading her story and placing your comment to honor her.
With warm wishes,
MAKUSR
Sunnie Day Level 8 Commenter 8 months ago
Sad story but as you retell her story it brings her honor. Thank you for sharing,
Sunnie