😄 My Mother At Sixty Six 😄
(🖋 by Kamala Das)
This
poetry is penned by Kamala Das. The last Friday, she was driving from her
parent's home to Cochin when she saw her mother, sitting in a car beside her.
Her mother was dozing open-mouthed & her face was ashen like a corpse (dead
body). The thought that her mother would die soon, frightened her.
Then, the author looked outside & saw young trees sprinting
& the merry children playing out of their homes which changed her mood
completely.
When she arrived airport’s security check, standing few yards
away from her mother. She again looked at her mother’s wan (colorless) &
again pale face. Her mother looked like late winter’s moon which had lost its
shine & strength.
Seeing her mother’s face, aroused the author’s childhood fear
(familiar ache). Somehow, she overpowers her fear and said to her mother – “See
you soon, Amma!” & then she smiled and smiled and smiled……