Mahar Poems

The Melody of Singer

My mother is now very old,

A widow of tales untold,

First gift,"mahar"of my father,a sewing machine to her,singer sold,

To my mother this machine is like gold,

She still sews in memory of Thajudeen to hold,

Singer machine sings d..e..e..n...d..e e..n like a doll,

Singer machine sings d..e..e..n...d..e e..n like a doll,

My mother enjoys the melody of singer in many folds!