Symbol Woman-4 Poem by Indira Renganathan

As much is greying her age
So much is her ilk too
Like a mellowed fruit she's ripe
Sweet to self and others
This woman eighty plus
Is service minded, charity minded
Bee-like she's busy around
Building up honeyed days for others
Crow-like she's cleansing others' woes
Her seed of karma is to ever grow
Into a birth of service
Admiring from heaven
In soundless articulation
Proudly her spouse is asking
'Tell me, amid oldies how many of you
Can be like my darling?
As none else there till now? '