പ്രവാസിയുടെ അവധിക്കാലം

എന്താണു  നീയിങ്ങനോമനെ എന്നിലെ

വിചാര വികാര കേന്ദ്രമായ് മാറുന്നു?

കണ്ണടച്ചാലും തുറന്നാലും നിന്നുടെ 

കണ്ണിണകൾ തന്നുടെ വശ്യമാം ചാരുത.

ഓടി നിൻ ചാരത്തൊന്നെത്തുവാൻ വെമ്പുന്നു 

മനവും  തനുവും ഓരോരോ നിമിഷവും 

മരുഭൂമി തന്നിലെ മരുപ്പച്ചയാണ്‌ നീ 

മാറ്റുരക്കാൻ ആവാത്ത മൂല്യമല്ലേ 

കാറ്റെന്നെ തഴുകുമ്പോൾ നീയാണ് എന്നോർക്കും 

വെയിലെന്നെ പുണരുമ്പോൾ നിൻ ചൂടതെന്നോർക്കും 

ശീതീകരിച്ചെൻ ചുമരുകൾക്കുള്ളിലെ 

കുളിരും അതിൻ തളിരും നീ... നീമാത്രമെന്നോർക്കും 

നിൻ ഗന്ധം എൻ തലയിണക്കുണ്ടെന്ന് 

വെറുതെ ഞാൻ ചിന്തിച്ചു കെട്ടിപ്പുണരുന്നു 

ചിരിക്കുന്നു, കളിക്കുന്നു പിന്നെ ഒന്നോർത്തു ഞാൻ 

കേഴുന്നു, തളരുന്നു, ശപിക്കുന്നു എന്നിലെ എന്നെയും 

എൻ മാറാ വ്യാധിയാം പ്രവാസ പ്രതിയേയും 

നിൻ കിളികൊഞ്ചലിൻ  ചുഴിയിൽ ഞാൻ വീണുപോയ്‌ 

നിന്നധരത്തിൻ മധുഞാൻ നുകർന്നുപോയ്
സ്വപ്നമാം മഞ്ചലിൽ യാത്രയാകുമ്പോൾ രാവതിൽ

തള്ളിയാൽ നീങ്ങാത്ത അവധിതൻ ദിനമെത്തി
സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ സത്യമായ് തീരുന്ന ദിനമെത്തി
ആകാശ വിതാനത്തിൽ നിന്നെയങ്ങൊർത്തൊർത്തു 

മണിക്കൂറുകൾ പിന്നിട്ടു, വിമാനത്താവളം പിന്നിട്ടു ...

ആരും കാണാതെ ഒരു മൃദുചുംബനം 

ആരും കേൾക്കാതെ ചെറു ചിരിതൻഭാഷണം 

ആരും അറിയാതെ ഒരു നൂറു പരാതി തൻ 

ഭണ്ടാരക്കെട്ടെന്റെ മേലക്കുനീ  അഴിച്ചിട്ടു 

അതിന്നുമേൽ കിടന്നറിയാതെ  ഞാൻ ചിരിച്ചുപോയ്‌ 

കള്ളിപെണ്ണെ നീയൊരു കുറുമ്പിൻറെ  കനിയല്ലേ 

മറന്നു ഞാൻ എല്ലാ പ്രവാസ ദുസ്മരണകളും  

ഓർമ്മതൻ കയ്പു നീരാകുന്ന വെള്ളിയാഴ്ച്ചകളും 

ഏകാന്തമാം ചിന്തയും അനന്തമാം ആധിയും 

ഇനിയും ഒരവധി വരെയുള്ള പ്രശ്നോത്തരികളും 

അവളുടെ കരവലയത്തിൽ, ആ വളകൾതൻ താളത്തിൽ 

ആ സിന്ദൂര പോട്ടെന്നുടെ മുഖത്തേക്ക് പടരുമ്പോൾ 

എന്തു  പ്രവാസം? എന്തു  പ്രയാസം?

എല്ലാമേ  മറഞ്ഞുപോം .. മറന്നുപോം  അറിയാതെ !

ഇനി ഞാൻ ഇത്തിരി ചിരിക്കട്ടെ അറിയാതെ 

ഇനി ഞാൻ ഇത്തിരി നുകരട്ടെ ജീവിതം 

എങ്ങെങ്ങൊ  മറന്നുപോയ  എന്നുടെ  പകലുകൾ രാവുകൾ..

അതിമധുരമാം ഇണയുടെ സ്നേഹത്തിൻ പൂമാലകൾ
എടുത്തു ഞാൻ ചാർത്തട്ടെ ഇനി ഞാൻ
പ്രവാസത്തിലേക്ക് തിരികെ പോകുംവരെ....

Printing Photographs

Everybody know working in a contracting field, especially in subcontracting field is very tough job due the pace of Projects and these days Companies are getting Projects on fast track basis.

Tension, pressure…. again tension, pressure. Buildings are escalating along with the human pressure.

But in the middle of all the pressure filled arenas, sometimes we will get tips to smile and occasionally laugh as well.  Yes! It happened couple of days back at my office.

(Let me complete my laugh first…. Then I will start……!!)

It was a Thursday. I am little bit busy, because I have lot of schedules to complete before week end.

It is a story of a camera. If you are working in a construction field, no need to ask you the importance of camera, date stamped photos for depicting different stages of progress, inspection, observations, NCRs. We have three digital cameras at Office which is regularly taking by our Foreman, Supervisors and Engineers for taking daily progress photos and notify the damages, irregular installations etc.

On that busy morning, one of our Foremen appeared in front of me and politely asked the camera for taking some snaps from Site. He entered his name in the camera log, signed and disappeared from office. OK good, I engaged and continued in my works.

After thirty minutes, the same Foreman came back like a protagonist in the fairy tale. His face was pale and looks little bit disappointed. What happened to this Professional Photographer? I thought and my eyes splashed to his pale face quickly.

“Bhai, this camera is not working..!!”

“ Not working?? Jesus…. You damaged this costly camera??”

“No Sir, I am not damaged (see the transformation of Bhai to Sir – yes,  fear will invite some respect indeed !)…. It’s not working because there is not battery inside the camera !!??”

No battery??  Camera without battery? I stared him one minute and slowly I noticed that Officeboy keeping that ill fated battery for charging.

“My friend, why you taken this camera without battery?” Instead of admitting my mistake, I just asked him a question with a overflowing smile on my face. Poor guy, he need to go back again to take the photo !

“Mere ko kya malum??.... I thought battery was there”

“ Ok, take the stuff and bring it fast, because others will come and ask the camera now”

“Hmm… I will come back within thirty minutes” The fairy tale protagonist disappeared from my vista.

Again I fall down in my work. Checking  my MS Outlook for incoming emails and forwarding to the concerned.

“Sir….”

A sound like the cry of an animal given some shock to my ear drums. Again same Foreman?

“You finished photos session?... Ok give me the camera back”

“No…. how I can take photo.. this camera again not working?”

“Again? Now what happened? Did you checked it properly?

“Yah.. I checked, the display shows No memory card…!!”

“No memory card?  Who taken that memory card?... you know the cost of 8 GB Memory Card?

“Mereko kya malum? Memory card was not there?!”

Really? Where it gone? I called Officeboy to check the source of memory card. He told the memory card is with other Engineer who it taking printouts of the photos.

“Dheko.. Dheko… that is why memory card is not in camera! “ He yelled. Yes, you are correct. I told myself and asked Officeboy to fetch memory card and give to him.

Great! Our hero went to Site again (It is fifth floor in the building – so you can imagine how much he cursed me or himself !)

You, my may now thinking this is the end of my week story. No, it is just beginning or half way only.

After thirty minutes the hero came back from Site. Now his face is glittering like a fullmoon in the night. He handed over the camera to me and requested me the colour prints of his professional photography. All right, it is quite natural, because the colour printer is only connected to my PC.

I had connected digital camera to my computer and all the photos in the folder appeared in my monitor. I asked him which print he wants. He stared to the monitor again and again. I can guess he got some problem with the small size photos. I enlarged the photos, but still he got some confusion to recognize the photos.

“My friend, you only taken last photos,  out of these snaps, which you want to take print?”

“No, these are not my photos…”

“Then, where is your photo?  Now don’t tell me “Mereko kya malum OK..?”  He given a strange look on me to defend my question.

“See.. this one”

“This one…?  My friend, it is not photo, this is some videos, you need the print out of your photo or video”

Now he is really confused. Where are the photos I had taken now? Missing somewhere? But where?

I just clicked on the last few video files. My media played pop-up in the monitor. Just one second video and same four videos are there.

“Yes, this.. this is my photos!!” He yelled again like a victorious warrior in the battle field.

“But my Dhosth.. these are video files, how I make print-out?  impossible”

“Sir, it is very urgent, you already know how many times I shuttled from Site to Office. How can I go again and do the same work? If it is not clear, no problem, just give me the print. Otherwise, I don’t want in colour, at least give me black and white print-outs”

Print-out of this one second video? What an idea Sirji?  I laughed myself, but our hero is really serious. He is requesting, again and finally started begging for print-out of that so called Video !  He wants to get the print-out at any cost either colour or black and white. Why it happened? I thought myself. May be in a hurry mood, he mistakenly changed the mode of camera from photo to video.

“My dear… it is impossible to take print out of this videos. You go, take photos and come back, then  only I can give print out.. OK?”

“ This is very, very urgent, Engineer wants to show this to Consultant, I don’t have time to spare again, at any cost you have to give me the print-out”

I am in a dilemma now. How I can convey the message to this person? He is thinking I just want to avoid him and giving some silly excuses. He is not in a mood to leave my cabin. Finally I asked him one question.

“Bhai Saab…. If you are going to watch a movie and after movie, can you ask theater owner the print out of the stuff you watched?”

“No” He answered.

“Same way, how can you ask the print-out of a video ?”

My verbal illustration changed his face. He smiled and later laughed.

“Hmm… the print out of video is not possible.. correct….”

He left the cabin for another round to Site. I hope now he can at least take the real photo !

Lesson-01 : Check any device properly before use, otherwise it will waste your time.

Lesson-02 : Check any devise properly before you give someone, it will save your time.

Customer is King !

Real stories are generating from real facts!

After graduation hangover, I nabbed a job at Cochin and my colleague Jithendra Kumar gifted me a Parker pen on some auspicious occasion in 1998. A pen with steel body and black tip on the top of the cover. I know it is a costlier pen than other pens which I am using and that ‘costlier’ fact given me an impetus to use properly and keep it in my shelf safely.

After 16 years, in the threshold of 2014 also on and off I am inserting the same pen in my pocket - safely and properly! I don’t know how many stories I scribbled with that pen. I don’t know how many poems I jot down and also  obscure how many refills I used in that steel case. I have been used hundreds of pens after 1998, but still I have some special affection or feeling on the same old stuff.

Due to my personal attachment to that pen, recently I have purchased one more Parker pen. From the very first week, I noticed some jerking on my  writing. There is some problem with refill of my favourite brand and after thinking few days I planned to send an email to Customer Care of Parker !

But I just peeped to my other email which I had sent to an online trading company few weeks back. After several emails and prolonged waiting, they responded very well; says "this mobile handset is not under warranty and you are already  agreed the same while tick on terms and condition of purchase" !!

But, finally I Googled the contact details and wrote to Parker. My email was simple, just want to give a feedback as a long user of their brand and advise to take necessary steps during the quality check because lot of people loves the brand.

Very next day I received a response from Customer Care and they apologized for the inconvenience caused.  They asked me the details of my complaint and picture of faulty refill. I replied same time and informed wrote clearly “my intention is not replace the refill or pen but as a well-wisher of my favourite brand just informed you the same”. I closed my laptop and closed the chapter as well.

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In the midst of busy working schedule of weekend, our Head Office driver brought an envelope carrying my address on it. I don’t have any clue because now a days I am getting draining factors of my salary from postal department - most hated credit card bills and astrology of dead child (bank statement of previous months salaries!).

I gazed to the bulge of envelop and surprised to perceive the ‘from’ address – Parker, France!. Somebody sent me this packet from France? Very interesting! I have opened the flap. There is one more packet and one A4 shipment details are inside. With the same mood, I removed the cover of small packet as well; it is a plastic container with four numbers of brand new Parker refills !   

I complained only for one refill, but how I got this four ??

For a while, I was overjoyed with the way of an after sales department of Parker responded to their Customer. No warranty card, no Invoice but mere an email!

I heard many times that ‘Customer is a King’ but today in this juncture, I really felt that I am a King ! I raved myself.

“Well done Parker…..”

So it is decided; my next story will be written with my favorite pen !! 

If my pen can move himself, I am sure; he will dance and do some acrobatics in front of me as well !

Doldrums

It was the same day of M.K Gandhi, father of our nation born. In India, schools and offices are closed and nation is celebrating the birthday of Bapu the god of Non-violence and Sathyagraha.

An enormous sound of Emirates flight which is passing over my flat at Hor Al Anz had been awakening me from the sleep at early morning. The murmuring of my mind never thought that the same eardrum is soon going to hear a heart breaking sound of an SMS from my mobile !

On the way from my flat to Abu Baker Al Siddique Metro Station, I was thinking about the Gandhi Jayanthi day celebration in my school days. A great nostalgic vibration passed through my veins and paved the way to think  about next vacation. The days of  ‘Sevanavaram’ we pupil clean the premesis of school under the guidance of teachers and, sing songs ‘Vande Matharam’,  ‘Vaishnava Janatho..’ etc and later, we will get the sweetness of flattened rice from school and comeback to home like warriors.

Swiftly, a vibration with a single bell urged my right hand to swim inside of my pants pocket to find the mobile. It was a one line SMS from Rahul….. ‘our Vijay sir is not with us’ !!

From that echo, it had taken few minutes to get my mind back  in track and due to imbalance of mind, I desired to sit somewhere. Walked towards the Metro station and taken a seat inside the waiting area. Dubai Metro’s air conditioned atmosphere was unable to formulate cool to my heat after that SMS.

‘I can’t believe’

Again and again my eyes flickered and stared on the same SMS. This is first time in my life an SMS making my mind painful and more painful.

Why a bereave making my veins extra throbbing? I asked myself many times. Still today, I cannot find a meaningful solution for this question and still getting some feeling-full friction so far.

He is person with full of enthusiasm and vibrant leadership. He paved a way of dedication for us. He talked like a brother, sometimes like friend and enjoyed happiness by sharing his feelings with his friends. Many times we have hot arguments in the arena of work, but later he will talk like a melting ice or butter. The lesson and spirit he set for his team is still inevitable and unable to fill that gap.

Before leaving to India for treatment, he talked more about his future plan. He explained me how to settle an expatriate and methods he is going to implement after this vacation. But, it was like a painting in water. Still it is a dream and still it is a plan. Now, he is no more in the world to speak to us to plan his settlement. His presence is not here to crack the jokes again and makes our faces smile.

Year passed. But that face is blinking, smiling, joking, jerking and sometimes appearing in in the darkness before sleep embracing the eye lids.

Waves never stop, breeze never end, one seasons gives way to another season. Yes, memories will fade but some memories never fade and never end.

The stars are blinking in the night; it is true and sure some stars may be good souls. 

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Remembering my colleague Vijay Kumar who passed away in 02/10/2012

How Boss Download a File...

Once upon a time, there was an office in Middle East and I was there, just on track of work by sipping a black coffee.

My boss came and rushed to his cabin. On that short span of entry and rush, he called me to his cabin and advised me to download an urgent PDF file from his gmail (no wonder, still some bosses don’t know how to operate email, download and upload the attachment!!).

I knocked and entered his cabin.

He typed ‘www.yahoo.com’. I got little bit confusion and asked him.

“Sir, your email id is in gmail or yahoo?”

“It is gmail only. Don’t ask me question OK.. listen what I say” he murmured.

“But sir for gmail, you have to type www.gmail.com”

“ I know how to go to gmail… don’t try to teach me OK??”

“Yes sir”

My eyes enlarged because he is going to open his yahoo mail from gmail ! I got little bit confusion because what all I know is yahoo and gmail are opponents and still a good percentage of their energy is burning in the arena of  IT tussle. There is any chance for merging these two global tycoons? Oh my God! When it happened? I blamed myself for my poor IT update. OK, let us see what  is going on here. I sharpened my eyes to his laptop.

He typed yahoo.com, yahoo web site appeared and again typed ‘google’ in the search column and clicked on ‘search’. I got interest due to the method he is using to reach gmail. Yes ! The website with four colour google logo appeared in front of us.  Then he had given a hard click on ‘Gmail’. No wonder, Gmail page is appeared before us! And he stared me and produced a mocking sound as well.

“See, how easily I reached Gmail.... You people don’t know anything and company is simply paying”

I cannot say Yes or No because it will invite a devil and sea situation. Sometime, silence is the better answer to soothe ourselves.

He instructed me to close my eyes few minutes.  I wonder what happened to this gentleman. Nobody will pray or salute computer before open email. Then from my half closed eye lid, I peeped to him with an utmost curiosity. That moment, I thought an incident in the Genesis (Bible). God asked Adam do not eat the forbidden fruit (Some cynics says it was our Apple, the same stuff which had fall down to Sir Isaac Newton’s head and finally he got enlightenment like Gautama Budha under papal tree and found the rule of gravity and we reiterated the phrase ‘an apple a day will keep the Doctor saab away’ – what an idea Sirji !!) Finally I got his intention. He is going to enter his gmail password (as per his character and computer parameter, I can bet you that his password shall be his name or his employee number!).

“Open your eyes” he ordered me and naturally and swiftly the other pessimistic dialogue delivered from his mouth “why you are tightly closing your eyes?”

“Ok Sir, next time I will not close my eyes tightly...”

“OK, now tell me how to download the PDF attachment”

I just clicked on the attachment and requested him to click on ‘download’. Within minutes, our  download completed and the pop-up window disappeared.

“Where is that document??” As he has to comply with his designation, he starts shouting to me.

“Sir, it is there in  your laptop”

“Where?  I cannot see … its gone… what you had done with that document?? You don’t know how to download a single document?”

I was a big sinner few minutes. Then again politely I muttered

“Sir, it is there in your laptop”

“Where?  I cannot see anything?”

I told him to go to ‘C’ drive and open ‘download’ folder and open the last file downloaded. He opened that PDF file and given a print command (Yes, God’s grace, he pressed CTRL+P and then OK).

Before I leave his cabin, once again my boss advised me.

“See you guys don’t know how to download a simple file from email. I have to teach you this also, then how I can recommend you for any increment, promotion and incentive?”

I left the cabin. Boss is right, always right and hundred and ten per cent right. He discovered (better to tell invented something).

Openly says, at that juncture, an inevitable smile from air get in touch with my cheeks and danced in my face.

The Birthday

This is the month which the sun getting more hot. The flora and fauna is burning and pale greenness fall down and kissing the earth. The naked rubber trees standing in lane at the back side of my home looks like skeletons, they are mocking the nature with their bare and dare.

My birthday falls on same month.

What is birthday? There is anything to rejoice here? Why people are very much joyful and spending bundle of time and money to conquer the aging process? There is any meaning to celebrate the birth?

  

Every birthday recite the same story. Endurance of my mother around nine months. I was there, inside her womb as shapeless. I was there without any fear; I was there without any pain, and without any mortal tension, pressure, sugar and cholesterol. I was there without any greed for money, no credit card, no loan. I felt more secure than outside of the world because of her care, her pampering and a love with affection and mollycoddle. I enjoyed that period but later, when I came out; I have lost the link and opened my mouth to cry like getting nettle-leaf scratch.

No pain, no gain! Pain is practically by-product of birth. The unlimited pain makes the faces happy and eventually the sacrifices of mother gives the impetus proud.

Why I came to this world? For what purpose? Of course, I am polluting this world every moment physically, mentally and spiritually. I am a beast, a beast with mind, a smiling creature, a mirror without reflection. Flip-side of that smirk, there is one shabby-line of dark tan ! How many days I can pooh-pooh with this dark tan? The underneath fact is; I am not alone!

Today, the official day of my birth passed as usual. Some murmuring of “Many Many Happy Returns of the Day” is enough. The echo of song of two sisters’ * is stirring somewhere in the air.

There is lot of things to rejoice. Plenty of bliss embraced all these years. But still... still, something is missing. A big vacuum in between life and death!

Life is burning like a candle. The pace of day and night are like a cheetah that got the thirst to kill his prey. Life is mere a bridge between birth and death. Every episode is milestone towards the final destination!  The happiness is peeping from the heaven and then wondering in the earth.

My mind is mute, deaf and dwarf. Nothing is competent to fill this vacuum. Everything is square peg in round hole. Nothing is constructive to coddle the painful destiny. The pain of birth ends with pain of death.

End of all hue and cry.

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* The song "Happy Birthday to You" written and composed by Patty Hill & Mildred Hill (sisters) in 1893

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കാത്തുകാത്തിന്നു സർവേശ്വൻ  കനിഞ്ഞൊരു
കൽക്കണ്ട മുത്തേ  നിൻ പുഞ്ചിരിപാൽചിരി !

ഏറ്റു നിന്നമ്മ സഹനമാം വേദന
കണ്ണുനീരിൻ കരകാണാകടലുകൾ
എൻനെഞ്ചിൽ  നിന്നമ്മ ചാരിഉറങ്ങവേ ഞാൻ കേട്ടു
നിന്നുടെ ചിരിയും,കളിയും ആ വയറ്റിലായ്

ഒമ്പത് മാസം ഒരമ്പതു വർഷംപോൽ
കാത്തു കാത്തുഞാൻ കണ്ണടക്കാതെ ഹാ
മനസ്സും കരളും ഞാൻ നിൻ രൂപചിന്തയാൽ
തള്ളി നീക്കീ ആ മുഖമൊന്നു കാണുവാൻ

ചർദ്ദിച്ചു, ചർദ്ദിച്ചു   സഹികെട്ടഹോ നിന്നമ്മ
എന്തുഭുജിച്ചാലും പുറത്തേക്കെടുക്കുന്നു സദാ
നിൻ ചലനം അന്നു സ്കാൻ ചെയ്തു കണ്ടപ്പോൾ
കെട്ടിപ്പിടിച്ചൊന്നു മുത്തം തരാൻ തോന്നി

ഇരിക്കുവാൻ കിടക്കുവാൻ എത്രയോ പാടായി
വലിയൊരു വയറും ആ നീരുള്ള കാല്കളും
ഉറക്കമില്ലാത്ത രാവുകൾ നിന്നമ്മ 
നിൻചലനസുഖത്തിൽ വിസ്മയം പൂണ്ടല്ലോ

നടക്കുവാൻ വയ്യല്ലോ ഇരിക്കുവാൻ വയ്യല്ലോ
ചിരിക്കുവാൻ മോഹമുണ്ടെങ്കിലുംവയ്യല്ലോ
ഓരോ നിമിഷവും തട്ടാതെ മുട്ടാതെ
കാത്തു, കാത്തന്നവൾ കാലം കഴിച്ചല്ലോ

അന്നൊരു നാളിലാദിനം വന്നടുത്തപ്പോൾ
എൻകൈ പിടിച്ചമ്മ മിടിക്കുന്ന ഹൃദയത്താൽ
ആശുപത്രിക്കുള്ളിലെ ഇടനാഴികടന്നല്ലോ
ആശ്വാസ വാക്കുമായ് ഞാൻ നിന്നുപോയ്
സത്യം പേടിച്ചു നിന്നുപോയ്

മണിക്കൂറിനിടവേള  മന്ദിച്ചു കഴിയവേ
കൈകുമ്പിളിൽ പൂത്ത താമരക്കുടം പോലെ
നിന്നെയും ഏന്തി ആ തൂവെള്ള മാലാഖ
എന്നുടെ കൈകളിൽ നിന്നെ കിടത്തി ഹാ....

കുഞ്ഞിക്കരങ്ങളും വിറക്കുന്ന കാൽകളും
ഇമവെട്ടി ചലിക്കുന്ന കുഞ്ഞിളം കണ്‍കളും
ഒന്നു ഞാൻ ഉമ്മവച്ചു പോയ്‌ കുഞ്ഞേ നിന്നെ
യുദ്ധം ജയിച്ചൊരുമന്നവൻ പോലന്നു !

ഇന്നു നിൻമുഖത്തൊരു  പുഞ്ചിരി പൂക്കുമ്പോൾ
നിന്നമ്മയും ഞാനും പിന്നിട്ട വേദന
നിസ്സാരമായ് തോന്നുന്നു വികാരമായ് മാറുന്നു
ജീവൻറെ ജീവനാം ചേതനയാകുന്നു

മറക്കുവാനാകുമോ മർത്യനീ  ഈ ജന്മത്തിൽ
മക്കൾക്കായ്‌ സഹിച്ചൊരു സഹനമാം പാതകൾ
എന്നാലും അവയൊക്കെ നിസ്സാരമായ് മാറുന്നു
"അമ്മേ " എന്നുള്ളോരു വിളിയിൽ  ഒതുങ്ങുന്നു

കാലമാം ചക്രം തിരിയുമ്പോൾ കുഞ്ഞേ നീ
വിസ്മരിക്കരുതേ  ഈ പാവങ്ങളെദയാ
നീയല്ലോ ഞങ്ങളെ ജീവിക്കുവാനുള്ള
ഓരോ ദിനത്തിനും കാരണഹേതു ഹാ !

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