😄 My Mother At Sixty Six 😄
(🖋 by Kamala Das)
Iss kavita ko Kamala Das ne likha hai. Pichle shukravar ko vo apne mata-pita ke ghar se Cochin jaa rhi thi, tab unhone apni maa ko car me peche wali seat pe dekha. Unki maa muh khol kar so rhi thi aur unka chehra ek laash ki tarah raakh ho gaya tha (unki zyada age ki wajah se). Author ye soch ke bohot darr jati hai ki unki maa jaldi hi yeh duniya chod ke chali jaayengi.
Phir, Kamala Das ne bahar ki taraf dekha, unhe waha young tress aur ghar ke bahar bachhe khelte hue dikhe, jinse unka poora mood change ho gaya.
Jab vo airport security check ke liye to apni maa se vo kuch doori pe khadi thi, jaha se unhone apni maa ka chehra dekha jo (wan) colorless tha aur (Pale) peela pad chuka tha. Unhone apni maa ko late winter's moon se compare kiya jiski takat aur chamak kho chuki hai.
Apni maa ka chehra dekhkar author (Kamala Das) ke bachpan ka darr phir se jaag utha. Kisi tarah unhone apne uss darr pe kaaboo kiya aur apni maa se boli - "See you soon, Amma!" aur phir vo muskurai, muskurai aur muskurai......