National Poem Writing Month 2021: Poem xv: Inherited

Inspired by … from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

I have seen my father but never come to know him. It was early he had left me before even I start study. Still though other says I have picked up few habits after him. The famous of those is the chewing-the-foods.

Little bit mouth gap and putting the foods in tenderly and swiftly. Then chewing it as not chewing it. The cheeks can be seen stirred, not as much as expected. Sometimes and sudden.

A habit that everyone praise me for I picked not by seeing or observing, not being taught at the growing ages. But inherited being son.

If you say I should speak of my mother whom I know better and has seeing growing up, then I must say I picked her up habit of perseverance, fighting till the last straw is drawn, ’til the last breath breathe.

Though people who knows him say I have inherited this spirit of stallion from my father, a man I never came to know and have seen but never being able to recollect him.


By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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