My Old Lady Poem by VEDA ARTHA

You should take a bath
as it the scorching heat
that burns your eyes
thus flows the tears.

Told my old lady, (really old)
who never told me anything
or many things since we met.
We met years ago when I was born
To her was I handed to, by the doctor.
Relation as they call is shared.
Blood became the connection
destiny needs scientific approval.

You should not scratch your eyes
as it is gentle and subtle
stop scratching it, itching it
you may turn blind soon.

Told my old lady, quite ripened with age
so was her advises about things of judgement.
We are not communicating beyond trivialities
may be it defines that limit for both of us.
Experience might have become crackled
as she could not know it was pain in my eyes.

you are not applying kajal in your eyes
it should have kept ills at the bay
also evil would dare look at you.
it is that which keeps the tears away.

Told my old lady, applying all her wisdom
in analysing the tears that was flowing with ease.
Thoughts stumbled upon, reflected by her gaze.
She is suffering as she could not give me logic
or was she trying hard to get that logic of tears.
She took deep breath and her eyes perplexed
was looking closely into my face without results.
She is partially blind and the outline of my face
could not make my pain visible, I felt relaxed.

Are you crying? but why should your cry?
you are a happy and naughty girl who fights
Are you scared of something? Exams?
Are you crying simply without any reason?

Tears? ? ? I raised my voice and said
it is that old dirty itch which I got
last November.At times it itches.
It is tears of my itch my old lady.
Started as a dandruff, extended to my eyes.

She was breathing happily and said
Oh I thought you were crying.
She slept peacefully.thereafter
and I wept silently thereafter.