Her lips shimmered lusciously.. As she smeared the red lipstick all around her lips... The kohl tinted tears consoled her heart, And she draped the red saree framing her shape... She had to go to a party... Her silver marriage anniversary.. As she walked down the aisle, She heard whispers... Whispers revealing the dark tales of her life... Whispers questioning her oomph .. Whispers questioning her love.. She closed her eyes desiring to shut the windows of her soul... Yes! She had worn a red saree.. Yes! She had decorated herself.. Why?? No... No one asked her.. Hugging her son's cold corpse when she tried to feel her numb self, No one wiped her tears... But today .. today when she opened her son's diary, She read her son's complain against her, "My maa is very beautiful. But she drowned all her dreams and aspirations for me. Still I failed. I failed to come upto her dreams. But today, today If I die, She'll again dress beautifully... And smile like she used to do in the days of her modelling.. Maa, please relive your dreams through my corpse.." And his mother found another reason to kill her social self , And live with her son..!! |The kohl tinted tears| #nojoto #poetry #mother #life #love #nojotokhabri #nojotowordsmith #Quotes
