On the ground floor of 49/14 hindusthan Park , Calcutta, Anjali Majumdar sits on her bed .Once upon a time -long long ago she used to be a true royal Bengal tigress.Now she is a bunch of wrinkles- light as a bird, worried for all -as Grandmothers can only be.Widowed at 33 with 4 children and eight months pregnant , no money , no support - nothing infact except courage she has single handedly brought up her children .So well infact - that she can truly be proud.However , I think sometimes ,that we have not told her this enough, and that though she is eighty eight and considers herself pretty useless - we have not the courage to let her go.!
They Tell her often - The end is near
She has kept aside everything
which once to her heart were dear
Her children, hope ,dreams and love
her bookshelf , her temper and her pride
She tries -everyday to rise above
The humdrum ,the mundane, the bondage
why worry about a grandchild -late home
How can she help anyway -at this age?
Sleep eludes her- she cannot see so well
Cannot let go of thoughts and words
Which -within her grow and dwell
Her duties are over - it is time to leave
Silver threads of memories -as she sits on her bed
From the weight of eight decades she weaves
And waits .For the time to be right
Pray , she does ,God - let there be light
They assure her often that the end is near
They dare not tell her that they cannot prepare
and help her take her last flight
from their lives, their heart , their sight.
1 comment:
No, we cannot let her go!
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