Martyrdom Poem by Meena Somasundaram

The grandmother I have not seen
died long before I was born
lives in my heart very firm
talks to me in private
learnt I from her the uprightness
copied I from her the patience
not I can say I am so tolerant
yet try to mimic her to little
she had never spoken ill of others
not scolded or found fault with any one
if at all did that gently all the more
loved by all with all the heart
she unable to live in this world of crimes
escaped quietly into martyrdom
wish to follow her in death too.