Is this the fear that mother felt,
That soldier's widow, keeping up his family's tradition
She reared her only child to join the army one day too
Is this the fear, that little girl whose father's at the front,
"Grandmother, is my Papa staying in your house these days?"
Is this the fear that Mother felt in 1947?
She saw them burn a man alive
A knife and chilli powder at the front door her defence
Her baby daughter sleeping through the August afternoons.
13 comments:
Wow
Beautiful. So touching, Gowri.
Thank you, Kumar
Thank you, Raji
Touching a chord, now that we're living this fear
Wish u would write more
Often
often
Thank you, Kitty. Wish I could.
Oh Gowri. That really spoke to me. So happy you're writing again!
My dearest Ms K, thank you so much!!
Maiji says:
Brings back so many memories of those days.
So happy to know that Maiji read this. Thank you!
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