Old Age,  A Curse?

Deep in thoughts, she huddled

Beside the verandah secluded from everyone.

An old decrepit woman of indeterminate age 

 Amid the four walls of her home.

 Faded colours of her room created coldness.

In family ties of love and loyalty,

She was the heart of her dearest ones.

The mango tree in the orchard

Shed its leaves heralding another season.

Her tiny tots played under the mango tree

Amusing in fun and frolic.

Blooming roses evoked

Memories rapt in her beloved.

Drooping lilacs in one corner,

Represented her dwindling life.

She did not know

The mystery of the winding stairs,

But she fostered her generations

For the madding days yet to come in life.

Unlike every woman,

She shed her sweat and blood

For her loved ones.

Endings of her joyful days were

Really beginnings in disguise.

At last, she is all alone…

Is it an old story often told or heard?

Navaneetha.G

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