20 August, 2008
My mom a frail old woman
With a steely soul
Lies with a fractured
Plastered white
Immobile hurt hand.
The wonderful hand
Had caressed me
Patted me
And at times slapped me
Hard and firm
To put sense in me
And made me see
The reason and logic!
The hand that had held
My tiny little hand
To teach me the alphabets
Lies plastered
Fractured and in pain.
The hand that was
The support
When I was in chaos
Lies hurt in plaster.
The hand needs me today
But my proud mother
Would not even utter
Would, in fact, smother
Her need and desire
And would pat me
Embrace cuddle
And hug me
With her other
Movable hand!
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Wishing a quick recovery for Nani Ma’s hand and a better health of her. May you find some quality time for her from those professional commitments. She will be happy to find You; her real hands around.