A CHRONICLE OF A ''CARRIER''
As a little girl
she carried her
baby brother;
then
pots of water
from distant wells
to quench
dry throats
dehydrated by the
hot Indian summer
As a maiden
she carried
hopes in her
heart and
dreams in her
dreary eyes.
The matchmaking
that followed
made her
carry the
seeds of progeny
and the
millstones of
maternal routines.
In the evening of life
she bears the
burden of her
own self
and the task of
providing a bright future
for her
beloved grandchildren
She carries and
she carries--but
who cares?
When she
stops---
It's time for others to carry
her.
As a little girl
she carried her
baby brother;
then
pots of water
from distant wells
to quench
dry throats
dehydrated by the
hot Indian summer
As a maiden
she carried
hopes in her
heart and
dreams in her
dreary eyes.
The matchmaking
that followed
made her
carry the
seeds of progeny
and the
millstones of
maternal routines.
In the evening of life
she bears the
burden of her
own self
and the task of
providing a bright future
for her
beloved grandchildren
She carries and
she carries--but
who cares?
When she
stops---
It's time for others to carry
her.
6 comments:
uncle chanceless....very truuthful lines!!!!!!
wowww...was paati the inspiration for this?:)
great poem... :)
tears in my eyes by thinking of my mother........dhanusha.bob.thank you for this poem on behalf of all the mothers in the world.
whenever i read this poem i can't control my tear a very touchingpoem
whenever i read this poem i can't control my tear a very touchingpoem
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