For Aita

31Aug05

Betelnut stains on your mouth

And wrinkles that marrred that face

Rough hands that had the caress of home spun cotton

that voice

that very unnaturally loud voice

For such a frail woman.

A back that stooped

A walk which slowed with every passing day

Small eyes that looked with awe and wonder

And that spirit

Oh that spirit

like a thousand stars overhead

Burning pride that took hold

But stars will not burn forever

And pride can be a disease

But oh that spirit

Unbreakable

Unbeatable

Aita.

You’ll live for your spirit.

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5 Responses to “For Aita”

  1. 1 clueless me

    that sure takes courage to speak out as u did of ur days as five year ol.. with ur bro..!!

    hats off..!!

  2. 2 ~Sen~

    Oh that spirit
    like a thousand stars overhead
    Burning pride that took hold

    But stars will not burn forever
    And pride can be a disease

    But oh that spirit
    Unbreakable
    Unbeatable

    O God… such twists and turns in how the three stanzas make one feel as one reads them sequentially one after the other…… lady , like i’ve said before for Mourir….. only few poets can capture and rule their audience’s mind like you can .
    Sorry to hear about your Aita though.But rest assured … her spirit could not have found a better tribute. Keep writing !

  3. 3 kaa

    you have so beautifully described your aita, its possible to visualize her…

  4. 4 Kapil

    im sure she is proud of you as well đŸ™‚

  5. 5 Pranjal

    It is really beautiful , the way you have described your grandmother.
    Really moving.


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