I could not take my eyes off her's.
Her eyes which were cold and red,
Brought a fear in me.
The fear of growing old, the fear of being dejected.
Those eyes are conjuring, reminding me about life and it's phases, yet, it looked so lifeless, without a blink she stayed calm.
~ Ammu Aniyan
[ I have never seen someone so hopeless before. The old woman's eyes expressed only emptiness. Behind that emptiness lies many untold feelings, I thought. Why don't she let them free, why does she have to have to hide it behind that emptiness? My mind questioned.
Her face showed no sign of movements, but, I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Sympathy was all that I could give her. "Her only son threw her out of the house, she struggled to raise him, but he could only consider as a burden." A stranger answered me, as if he knew what was running through my head. She struggled for her son, she did not consider him burden. She gave him everything, but all he did was to treat her like used ragged doll. Parents go through a lot of hardships to raise us. Never give them an expiry date in your life. Never treat them like the son of the old woman did.]
YOU ARE READING
MY VOICE
PoetryThere's nothing better than giving voice to your thoughts by penning it down. Here is "MY VOICE" a collection of poems, which are absolutely not flattery or unreal material, but bear truth that we usually leave unspoken. I was indeed afraid to speak...
