But Tears Only For My Grand Ma

BUT TEARS ONLY FOR MY GRAND MA I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many; I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty! Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily, In front of the husk stove daily; with her mother (our lovely grandma) together, Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma; well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km Day after Day; Faith finally paid; curse finally parted A walk together with mother and mother with affection Sharing poverty and poverty in succession Crying sobriety in progression; Hapless future with six kids on hand; Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack Finally A life is lead Up to this Summit of opulence With my Mom and Dad happily But Tears only for my Grand Maa! © Krishna Baalu2010 krishna Baalu