Rediscovering Meera Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a quiet Mumbai flat, where silence grew loud,
Meera stood still, beneath an invisible cloud.
Her children had flown, her roles redefined,
What was left of her, she struggled to find.

From yoga to cooking, she filled up her days,
In every new class, she searched for her ways.
The Ganpati mandap, she adorned with care,
But her heart, she felt, was still laid bare.

"Who am I now? " she whispered one night,
A woman who'd lived for others' delight.
The laughter of children, the chaos of home,
Now left her with questions as she sat alone.

Yet through the whispers of her own fear,
A voice within said, "I'm still here."
In recipes shared, in the joy she gave,
In each little step, she found she was brave.

Meera's laddoos brought smiles to the street,
Her yoga sessions made new friends meet.
No longer "Mummy" or "Mrs. Sharma" alone,
In rediscovering herself, a new light was shown.

She learned reinvention takes courage and grace,
And in starting anew, there's no losing face.
For Meera's true story, so radiant, so clear,
Is a reminder that beginnings have no age or year.