Village Grand Ma Poem by Vidyadhar ....

Village Grand Ma

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Sitting in her torn draped old cotton sari,
In front of her thatched hut tired and weary;
Watching trees accompanying from her vivid memories,
She often narrated stories of ghosts from those haunted trees,
With birds ghosts flew out by rationale to set them free,
That is the Grand Ma symbol of village verity;

She had mastered the goods of the jungle roots,
Used those to heal the fractured wounds;
She knew the reason of the depressed moods,
Charming them with her stories of gals and goons;
That is the Grand Ma symbol of village sensibility;

She did not know how many springs she spent of earth,
Nor any one told her the date of birth,
During evil or peril she was there like a friendly apparition,
Grand Ma the embodiment of village tradition;

She lived in the village far away in the mountain plains,
Far away from the modern civilisation,
Providing her various nati (home made) medical solutions,
All those rich and poor came to her during times of pains,
She cured one and all with soothing embrace;
That is the Grand Ma symbol of village ingenuity;

She had never seen school, books nor a teacher,
She possessed all the acumen of a village school master;
Learning through the years in the village heat and sun,
Her insight into life put to shame most learned men;
That is Grand Ma the symbol of village humility;

She knew no education is worth if not useful to humanity,
But she failed to express those in the modern words of literary utility;
She pondered everyday to find the nuances of modern philosophy,
Whatever she tried found the answer only leading to profitability;
That is Grand Ma the symbol of village dexterity;

rajagopal haran 29 February 2008

somebody remembering an old village woman is heartening...well made..nobody is less..nobody is great...nice poem Vidya

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Rajaram Ramachandran 01 March 2008

When I read this, I get a flash back of my departed grandmother, who was more or less like the Village Grand Ma of the poem.

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Raveendran . 02 March 2008

Evoking lifelike images - nice reading

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Walterrean Salley 17 September 2014

So lovely a poem this is. Neighborhood mothers are very significant and gifted in their own rights. Love them. And love your poem. Thanks..

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Coreena Dejesus 05 March 2008

Vidyadhar this is a great read and your narration makes it fantastic! ! !

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Nema Shama 04 March 2008

A tribute the wisdom of village elders...good narration

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Michael Shepherd 04 March 2008

I love this, and the shaping of it, Vidya-darshan!

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Sreelekha Premjit 04 March 2008

The poem evokes very vivid images of the grand old lady of the house and in the process of the whole village. Much of the traditional wisdom of our country owes its existence to these wise old women.

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