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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

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Beata Agustin

October 5, 2024 at 5:40 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.