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Mom's Day (Mom With The Daughter)
Made in India,
Built in India,
But reared in foreign,
Present-day Indian high-up mom
Dressing and designing
Her ladli
Just like an airport landing
Outlandish belle
Speaking Hindi or
In an Anglicized tone
So nasally
Which but only mom understands
Her mumbling and fumbling.
Oh, mom with the daughter,
Her ladli daughter
And both of them
Looking alike twin sisters,
Cut and paste copies,
Mother cut and pasted on the daughter's face
And the daughter cut and pasted on her mom's face,
Made for each other,
Mom cannot without her chirpy daughter,
Nagging and bragging daughter!
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Like mom, like daughter. Late night party, late night drinks and dance parties. The scene is just like that of Nissim Ezekiel's Goodbye Party To Miss Pushpa T.S. The mother haunts the daughter. Mom's daughter, dad's not, in the jeans pants and with mobile phone handset telephoning. Disco jockeys, bar tenders, saleswomen; the glam girls talking of gala and glitz.
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