GRANNIES DIE BUT THEIR VIRTUES DON’T.
GRANNIES DIE BUT THEIR VIRTUES DON’T.
I can’t see her anymore:
She had left and gone far,
By leaving an indelible fingers mark,
By bestowing a stifling darkness!
She flew away to taste,
The territorial life and memory,
On a detached aboard,
Being undisturbed by the maternal longings!
Like a life warrior,
She led many battles,
Being defeated by some and destroying none,
With the artillery of love and wisdom!
With the strong naked feet,
She traversed many a mile,
Not just on Greenfields
She scaled our ups and downs too!
Was not designated:
As a teacher or a doctor,
But exceled in both,
Through the preach and practice of truth!
Her turmeric yellow countenance:
Was the domesticated golden sun,
Kept launching our day’s morning,
Rewarded enough light to shine!
Her lips commended and several hands obeyed:
Acquired that experiential mastery,
Reducing any bigger into little was her mystery,
With which she created her story replacing His Story!
At times she landed between:
Him and her in ritualised customs,
That poison of patriarchy,
Did not spare her heart’s spere!
Can’t I witness that cloudy eyes again?
Wept copiously with selfless drops,
Poured down often for us,
A streamy plead before the almighty to
recommend bless!
Her bangles sound:
Enchanted three generational men,
Whispered, enticed and lulled them,
Made the responsibility in love to Quill!
Taught me intolerance:
By feeding hungry mouths,
And by filling empty hands,
That made her land in hearts and minds!
Even her starving stomach:
Had reasons on all occasions,
Ate less or did not touch,
Until every belly was full!
None could surpass your role my granny:
Let it nursing, saving or guarding,
Be it cooking, transforming or growing,
In assisting the worst and administering the
toughest!
O granny! You through a powerful light:
On my sightless childhood,
Supplied awareness even to your daughter and son-in-law,
Gave enough wisdom to manage my darkness!
When all gazed and saw me,
With the eyes wide opened,
But you closed your eyes and came closer,
Felt hurt for my wound and injury!
I am not me entirely:
Do have you more and possess me less,
Towards ethics, life and people,
Through me you would always ripple!
Dr. U. Mahendran.
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