A few lines about isolated old-aged woman. . .
Old and lonely,she moves closer to the window
Touching the cold glass,
and with her teary eyes, she is staring at the shadow,
Of the tree she planted years ago.
Aware of her direct surroundings,
Yet unaware of her past.
Wondering why it is that she’s staring,
and forgetting the answer just as fast.
A tear of frustration streaming down her soft pink cheek,
Her legs for years now extremely weak.
Her one desire to touch the wetness
On the other side of the wall
But no one close to share this dream with,
No one has seen her at all.
Never even called a grandma,
athough her children years old.
Left alone in a cold room,
with only few days to unfold.
Close to the open window,
She puts her body down on a chair.
The fresh air in through her breath
As she gives the rain her final stare.
-Tejas Kudtarkar
Old and lonely,she moves closer to the window
Touching the cold glass,
and with her teary eyes, she is staring at the shadow,
Of the tree she planted years ago.
Aware of her direct surroundings,
Yet unaware of her past.
Wondering why it is that she’s staring,
and forgetting the answer just as fast.
A tear of frustration streaming down her soft pink cheek,
Her legs for years now extremely weak.
Her one desire to touch the wetness
On the other side of the wall
But no one close to share this dream with,
No one has seen her at all.
Never even called a grandma,
athough her children years old.
Left alone in a cold room,
with only few days to unfold.
Close to the open window,
She puts her body down on a chair.
The fresh air in through her breath
As she gives the rain her final stare.
-Tejas Kudtarkar
