My Mothers White Saree

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