MY MOTHER

She was an'impecciable' piece,
A lady who knew to protect.
Keeping herself away from,
The slander she could get.
She did walk,
But left no footprints.
For the people to blame her,
For the path she took.
She did cry,
But not infront of the world.
Bcz she knew the 'hideous minds',
Waiting all around,
To make her life more pathetic,
By snatching the only little joy she was left with.
She did get weak,
Loosing all the strength she had.
But she never let anyone know or feel,
What she was going through!
Her determination increased,
With her every move.
She did try to know the world,
Not bcz she wanted,
But bcz she needed.
It was unfathomable for her,
Sometimes she was disappointed,
Sometimes felt isolated.
She slogged her guts out but didnt give up,
And finally she was left with satisfaction.
Satisfaction of knowing the world!
She did laugh,
Holding the pain she had,
She did it,
To prove those people,
Who were throwing  'a wicked smile',
Looking at her with a rapacious eyes.
That she was not the lady,
Waiting for their sympathy.
I know (even today) she is gutted deep inside,
For the life she had to face,
For the pains and troubles,
That was more than enough,
To make her cold and numb.
By crushing her desire,
And breaking her aim.
But she was the one,
Who accepted it.
Without any question,without any objection!!