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Beena Sudheer Poem
MY MOTHER’S WHITE SAREE
The cupboard contained white garments,
Pure white sarees with brightness
No colours to dim its brightness
Wondered and worried why always in white sarees
Humble mom, simple mom, educated mom,
Became tragic heroine in her life span
Gave birth to four kids; grew widow at an early age
Felt frustrated, seeing in white saris
All the dreams swept away, as it was fate
Could not fight against destiny
Darkness became a nightmare
Tears were absorbed by pillows
It dried my mom’s energy
Physically, mentally and spiritually
Aspirations changed the fate
Getting rid of black holes
A way to meaningful life
Survived all these and nurtured, looked after,
Cared, loved& led the young kids
I am proud of my mom’s white saris
The purity mom charity mom always in white sarees
Aged 85 still in white sarees
Symbol of peace &sweet memories for my dad
God’s grace mom’s presence is a blessing like a heaven
I am proud of my mom’s white saris, the great mom world ever seen.
Care &love parents, and uproot the old age home.
BEENA SUDHEER
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Beena Sudheer Poem
FEELINGS
I feel young
But I am not young
I feel old
But Iam not old
I am on the way of living
Enjoying the life style
Its Rhythm,passion & technology
I prefer the new
Respect the old
But don”t belong to either
I want to become a new old style
A style of happiness , a blend of beauty
No boredom , no restrictions-
I care health living and laughing.
Be a CHILD
Be smart
Be tension free
Am I young?
YES I AM YOUNG
Beena Sudheer(GHSS Veliyancode HSST-Political science)
Kandampully
Nhamanghat.P.O
Pin 679563
Copyright © Beena Sudheer | Year Posted 2015
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