Hey Folks,
I’d like to introduce one of my friends who is a writer, poet and nurturing an ambition of writing a fiction someday down the years in her professional career. Recently, I came across one of her poems which not only caught my fancy but also moved me to tears. The poem, entitled “Her Story”, is a vivid account of one of those many elderly women who sacrifice all their happiness to end up in misery, living a lonesome life with no one to look after them at a time when they need it the most.
Here is the beautiful yet moving poem by Sayalee Vadnekar from Mumbai, India
Her wrinkled face shows that she is old
But her weak eyes tell something that is never told
She remembers her childhood, her dolls, her friends, and her first book
Her dark blue school uniform and her mother’s lessons on how to cook
She did not understand why her parents made her quit school
Everyday her brothers attended their classes, and she watched as a fool
Days passed, months passed, and so did years
One day she went to her husband’s home while her mother shed tears
First she became a daughter, then a wife, and later a mother
She carried her life for her family, without much bother
She even sacrified her own desires and dreams
But is there anyone to listen what her heart screams?
She was overwhelmed when she gave birth to a baby boy
She taught him his first words, and bought him a toy
Today when she stands in a window looking somewhere
Air slowly combs strands of her gray hair
Unnoticeable tiny tear rolls down her cheek
Now there are only memories to pick
Far away she sees a pipe throwing out unwanted white detergent foam
Just below her window hangs a building board that reads – women’s old age home
Please, offer your thoughts and feedback on this poem and Click Here to visit Sayalee’s blog where she published this poem originally. With many thanks to Sayalee, I have taken her due permission to republish her poem here as I am curious to allow this piece for more attention, critique and analysis. Thanks for your time!
11 Responses to Her Story
Namrata
September 28, 2010
Beautiful poem! All of us wish to live in a nuclear family without having to “adjust” with our in-laws and parents. At the same time, all of us wish that our sons and daughters think otherwise. That is the sad reality of life.
Sushant
September 28, 2010
@Namrata: Very true! How it happens? Unthinkable for me to leave people behind who mean a lot to you…..be it parents or siblings or friends (close ones), life aint have no meaning without them….wonder how people become so selfish!
Sayalee
September 30, 2010
@ Namrata: Thanks a lot Namrata for taking time to read my poem. Yes it is sad reality of life. Sometimes we think so practical that emotions just vaporize.
Malaya
September 28, 2010
I can only PRAY near GOD to change the MIND SET ( do some chemical locha ‘ as in LageRaho Munna Bhai ‘ ) of the Youth…… surely they can convert a materialistic world – > LOVING SWEET HOME
Sushant
September 30, 2010
Hey Mantu…..I know this post must have appealed a lot to you as we know where you hold your family – pretty close to your heart
You have inspired all of us and set an example by being dedicated to your parents and family….its a great trait among all other things for which we simply adore you….
Your the brother of mine and I love you loads
Sayalee
September 30, 2010
@ Malaya: some chemical locha ‘as in LageRaho Munna Bhai – ha ha ha… really something like this should happen. Malaya thanks a lot for appreciating my poem.
Sayalee
September 30, 2010
and thanks for becoming follower of My poems. You can visit my other blog too – http://sau87.blogspot.com/…
suvendurock
September 28, 2010
Like Girls, Boys are also a brother, a son, a husband and later a father…
Sayalee
September 30, 2010
Thanks suvendurock for reading my poem. Yes like Girls, Boys are also a brother, a son, a husband and later a father… but as they say behind every successful man, there is a WOMAN.
Sayalee
September 30, 2010
Sushant, thanks for providing me a platform to express my words. Readers truly motivate a writer to write more, a poet to rhyme more… So sweet of you to introduce me in such a sweet way
webproactive
September 30, 2010
Hey Say-a-lee……you’re always welcome…..by the way…..look at the following…..your poetry is reminiscent of a track from the album “Creed” which is close to my hear….here is how it begins:
She came calling, One early morning
She showed her crown of thorns
She whispered softly to tell a story
About how she had been wronged
As she lay lifeless
He stole her innocence
And this is how she carried on
Well I guess she closed her eyes
And just imagined everything’s alright
But she could not hide her tears
‘Cause they were sent to wash away those years