The great grandma in her ninety's <br />she was doddering while in walk <br />Every evening she went near a tree <br />A doddered Mango tree in the compound <br />Telling herself something <br />No one notices her she ensured. <br /> <br />With shivering voice she told <br />You are waiting for my farewell I know <br />I am waiting for the journey with you <br />I remember your proud and younger age <br />When you gave me sweetest mangoes. <br /> <br />In hushing voice she whispered <br />In your shade we made our world <br />A world of mutual respect and love <br />Where we decided to live together <br />Hoping for your blessings for a long life. <br /> <br />Years passed and everything changed <br />The body, mind, and family altogether <br />I am in day dreams of past swank life <br />A solitary life opted myself here <br />Expecting for the day with you my dear. <br />The happiness and sorrow there together. <br />The flames through you will swallow me <br />For ever from this world for a better one.<br /><br />Gangadharan nair Pulingat..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-doddered-mango-tree/
