Remembering professor R.P. Chaddah who was my dear uncle. To the world, he was a wonderful soul; a great educator and a thoughtful poet. To me, my father’s best friend; a parental figure in whom consciously and unconsciously I found the glimpse of my father. Today on his 75th birthday, out of the collection of his published poems, Mrs. Manju Chaddah and I present “Parenting” to you with great honor and love.
~ Parenting ~
An enigma to snoopy children
parents of all hues will always remain.
In their lives of togetherness
we meet them a bit too late.
When they don’t have the necessary boldness
to yield up their innermost secret.
Only by implication they tell us
what they presume we should know.
To hide their failing-shortcomings
and to further fool us by design
they create their private mythology.
Our original censors they are
rewriting their past history
sometimes died in the wool fiction.