"I want to read," I remember saying.
A long time ago, a fifty years back.
My mother, indulged in daily chores looked up with a smile.
I remember how sweet she was, though she smelled of soap and sweat.
"Go ahead. I won't stop." That's all she had said.
Worrying myself accross the hall.
I walked through the small door to reach
My father's study.
The books piled on the shelf left me bewildered.
Curiously, though cautiously, I went to pick the easier reach.
I picked a book so heavy in weight and held it till a momentary lapse.
Chided and scolded I was guided out by my dear father.
"What will you do with knowledge. Go help your mother." He ordered
I could see the light accross the darkness flicker.
Till my mother slowly kept her hand as a shield to the ruthless winds.
She looked into the eyes of dimming hope
And kept forward her hand with a book atop it.
The dimming light was back again and I remember skipping across the same lighted hall with delight.
And my mother had gone back to her daily chores.
The sweet tingling of the wind chimes brought me back from my reverie.
I thought of my mother's sweet face before I took the book
That layed upon the table beside
That once stilled atop her palms.
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This isn't a personal anecdote of sorts. Just something that came into mind considering the chains that once bound a woman. They are slowly coming off now. Not completely, yet a change cannot be denied when we stand together against injustice.
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My Thoughts in Verses
ŞiirMy thoughts in verses is a bunch of poems that I have written at various stages of my life. Whether for completion or for leisure, all of it has a bit of my crude essence. *The picture on the cover does not belong to me. I do not take any credits.
