Womanity

Bright eyes still undimmed
Eloquent with undammed hope

Every blink an unspoken truce
With the world's aptitude
To pull down the free spirit

Each line etched in experience
Weighed down with careworn furrows
Grey strands count the sunsets

In the midst of conforming lives
To stand tall and claim due rights;
With no helping hands or kindreds
To sweeten each blow to wilting heart.

Courage to plough a solitary path;
Power of faith in one's own will
With dignity and integrity -
Defining passwords for life.

My Mother

Cast in life's wild waters
Lone girl amongst strangers
Sat alone with worry lines
In a sterilised white house
As all heavens poured down

Fickle lamp lights
Overlapping darkness
Reverberating thunders

An impatient insider
Waters come calling
No knocks of warning

Call it foresight
Blueprint of a life
Future foreseen
In swirling window panes
And infant muddy puddles

Worried whitecoats
Flurrying footsteps
Still silent strong
Legacy longingly coveted
Yet only half-bequeathed
To red squawking heir
Lone girl amidst 30 males

Dawn of awakening promises
Of strength and ambitions
Anchor to the lone sailor
Ploughing on coconut sands
Bordering long distant shores