GRAND OLD LADY

Lying in front of me on the bed
an old lady
broken,
irritated,
in lots of pain.
A lady who has given up hope,
a lady who has given up will
to stand.
A lady who was the source of inspiration for my mother
who was strong
who took all the pain
and never complained.
In her past
she was swift as a bird
bold as a queen
a fighter
a saint in her thoughts,
as silent as the sea
and likewise powerful.
she got infinite love for all
infinite care.
Now,
it is raining outside
evening breeze
heaven for a
poet who never wrote a verse
for a painter who never drew a line
an artist like her
who made so many lives beautiful.
But she is not enjoying it.
She is thinking, nobody knows what.
The queen is helpless
kingdom is prosperous.
The grand old lady is still
breathing in and breathing out
and silent as the sea.