Poetry

My Father Called Her ‘WE’

My father called my mother “Nammal,”

I found that unique and strange,

I asked my father, “What does that mean?

“Isn’t Indira her name?”

My father was calm, he smiled,

“Nammal is a malayalam word,

“It means ‘We,’ he said,

Didn’t you know that, my child?”

I pondered for a moment,

I was taken aback, but loved his logic,

From him I learned, I is not the word,

‘We’ is beautiful, it creates magic!

While talking or writing to anyone,

Even to my sister, I would write ‘We’,

Once someone asked me angrily,

“Who is this ‘We’ you talk about all the time?”

It takes away your ego, you give dignity,

To the person you address as We,

I didn’t think about it,

Till my father lived it and showed me!

Our self-centered instinct, disappears,

You don’t take your successes,

Failures, compliments or critiques personally,

It teaches you, “Alone we are powerless,

But together we can conquer!”

So just using ‘We’ and removing I

Makes one confident and powerful,

It’s also a wonderful tool,

To get the best out of people!

It’s like a magic wand,

They will co-operate and work together,

The moment you say We and not I,

The bond becomes stronger!

It will help you shift focus,

From self-focused to people-focused,

It will make you aware of other’s needs,

You will be kind and compassionate!

Compassion is, the most beautiful quality,

That helps us to build relationships and grow,

As a child, for a long time I didn’t know,

Today I’m grateful, to my father I owe!

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