Ranjit Ravindran (12-12-1982 / Visakhapatnam)
Back to oblivion
A sweet lady, tough and fearless,
Narrating stories that carries great lesson;
Always keeping track of my happiness,
My grandmother is indeed a grand old woman.
Rising seven children with brilliance,
Herding twelve grandchildren like a Goddess;
Rejoicing at our collective achievements,
She led a life commanding happiness.
And then struck that sinister disease,
Confining her to the bed forever quiet;
Hunger, thirst and all survival necessities,
Deserted her during that ultimate fight.
Battling challenges that life did pose,
Into the heavenly abode she did rose.
17 DEC, 2021 Hrs
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Death is ofcourse a natural process that we are all to undergo...it is just that great life lived the way by a human...your grand-mother was an exemplary one to leave behind tha values of herself and the joint-family concept...lovely poem
forever quiet never silent, not with I'm sure the many people she touched in her life...a wise grand lady indeed.
sure, she found her peace there too!
so sad...but i think the positives stay with you...forever
thanks...this poem brought back memories of my grand mother and mother too..their
concept on life was very different...it was very natural