Soft she was in her talk
smile she did at any task
a tenderness not shown to all
she could also hurt in a call.
Soft she was with her children always
never did she restrict their ways
wayward they went as times passed
uncontrollable they became very fast.
Just like that she made spiteful remarks
easily she passed such in a flowing embark
never once felt she had hurt so many others
that was her character in short rather.
Her children brought her ignominy
she kept aside all those as a testimony
the failure in not chastising her kids
got compensated in all her other bids.
That way she lived and passed
never thought she has trespassed
her darker side was veiled
bright side of her face failed.
Not that I want to say anything ill of her
the stab she unwittingly inflicted on others
leaves a dismay and disappointment in a tell
a stigma she has left behind her in a shell.
Meenas Poems 