I LOVE MY GRAND MAA!
She was aging with falling skin
Drowning remains
A single white cloth around her
As usually every Hindu widow is supposed to wear!
But busy in the kitchen right now
Preparing breakfast for the kids of her daughter!
with lots of love and stories!
with a prayer to Krishna and Rama!
I love my Grand Maa!
I was told by my mom often
That they lost all their property and possessions
Not In war, not in tsunami
But in marriage of my mom to my dad!
As my mom is the only child to my grandma
And she had no support to fall back;
She remained with us for ever
Serving all
BF, LUNCH AND DINNER
Till her last breath!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem