krishna Baalu


But Tears Only For My Grandma - Poem by krishna Baalu

I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many;

I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters
scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty!
Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse
My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily,
In front of the husk stove daily;

with her mother (our lovely grandma) together,
Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba
For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma;
well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km
Day after Day;
Faith finally paid; curse finally parted

A walk together with mother and mother with affection
Sharing poverty and poverty in succession
Crying sobriety in progression;
Hapless future with six kids on hand;
Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack

Finally
A life is lead
Up to this Summit of opulence
With my Mom and Dad happily

But Tears
only for my Grand Maa!



© Krishna Baalu2010


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 9, 2010


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