saw an old lady at dadar station begging for alms, with an unforgetable aura arnd her .tried my best to pen down what i saw.....
dark black eyes,
with the covering of cataract;
deep cheeks and a wrinkled face;
thousand small lines,
running deep in every direction;
grey hair with shades of black;
dark pale skin,
burnt by a thousand suns;
teeth some left, pitted and brown;
thick veins flowing deep,
perhaps the only sign of life;
a stick in hand &
a humble rugged nine yard saree.
and then, she gave me that smile:
such energy,such intensity,
such aura ,such charm,
such radiance,i had never seen.
mesmerized i was,for a while
for the beauty that was within,
under the surface it lies
there in the soul,beneath that skin.
19 comments:
beautiful :D very well written
nice:)
Very clean observation and creatively carved in words. A little curious though. Sure it was an old lady you saw?:P..lol
na kiddin..good stuff..one of your best. keep writing..
Nice stuff!! Kavi Mahoday...Gaurav's comment says it all..Keep writings.
anandbhai gud yar...carry on..
well written.description is detailed and intricate. keep posting...
well finally our very own Gulzar Markande has arrived...gr8 post
@all
thanks
@gaurav
saw quiet a few ladies :) ...just managed to describe the most beautiful among them ..
reaallly liked it! good stuff!
@dimple
thanks
Thats a beautiful description Dear.. :)
@jyo
thanks attige..
this is ur first official visit:),welcome to my blog.
hey that's some poem. gr8!
thank u saar..btw welcome to my blog
beautiful...
first thing that came to my mind...
words that trace the ol lady ...are just not real ..but truly said...
nice nice its the guys u see smoking all the time its so ironical that every time uve seen me smoke it was my last ciggy ever
Remember a similar poem we had in Balbharati... Wonder if neone else recalls it
Absolutely lovely poem.
Painted a brilliant picture in the mind.
there are 2 such ladies now on platform 3 of dadar stn. as u describe...next time i see her, will surely think about this post :)
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