Natural Transition

Always been a papa’s gal
Frank, confident and incisive
Pampered for all the right-wrong reasons
Mocked mamma about being docile
The pati-vrata kinds…
Bowing to will and wish of
Every one in the family…
A big compromise

No more pampered
No grass to relish comfortably
No more coyish cues heeded

A shadow shaping
As per the sun’s mood for the day
Almost invisible and lost
In the heat of many moments
Existence now stamped beneath

Never knew
Had so much of “x” factor in me-
So much of mamma in me

No not a compromise
… for me … a natural transition!