There was a woman
not been known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark
bore the suffering
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
comes from nowhere
almost like a volcano
grandchildren cry with love
attribute her qualities with pride
stand I bewildered in shock
the mind prods and feels stuck
anything gone amiss ?
anywhere to anyone.
Men do remember
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
they recall the bygones
more so their ancestors
This way my curiosity wo
nders
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
Meenas Poems 