Comments about Jaishree Nair
Wings Of Death
Waving she stood on the threshold,
her husband and children on the road,
her elder to competition quiz,
blessed her with a smile whiz.
She entered the house silent,
Long hours to wrestle giant-
before their return expected
A nap before the chores selected.
She lay on the sofa refined,
reflection breezed through her mind-
happiness and contentment she felt-
her life settled and secure-she dwelt
Her two daughters sweet,
scores good in academics neat,
extra curricular activities keen,
hubby-chair person of a company esteem.
She sat on the chair,
Half inclined to turn and run,
The white reflected in the mirror
Her tresses golden and amber.
She felt a moment of hesitation,
Should she, or shouldn't she?
The final word given,
She waited for the cold blade.