What more is happiness?

The withering skin was still taut,

With pride and gleam in her eyes.

‘Must have been a beauty then’,

People whispered, humbly though.

Pearls and ruby she adorned,

The chestnut diamond pendant suited,

like it was carved just for her.

Taking her stand like every other day,

In front of her high-tagged laptop,

her eyes watered with happiness,

Seeing her grandchild from across the oceans.

‘Hey sweetie!’, she said in a quivering tone,

‘When you come home to India,

Nanny will hug you forever and never let you go!’,

She lied, a heartfelt lie.

A tear dropped down as she wiped it,

With the end of her silk sari.

Heavy-hearted she waved to her laptop,

A thing that has all intelligence yet no heart and no feelings!

The withering skin was still taut,

With pride and gleam in her eyes.

She wore an old cotton sari,

Walking with no sandals on her feet.

She tackled the hot sun and the dripping sweat,

With a smile which she could never conceal.

Asking what the reason was,

She gently replied,

‘Waiting with my grandkid in the bus stop,

She recited many rhymes for me,

Half I didn’t get the meaning to!

Wanted to gift her with something

So, dug my purse to find only a rupee.

I raced to the shop and got a little chocolate,

Gifting to my child, to see her smile.

What more is happiness that I could ever get?’

A tear dropped down as she wiped it off,

With the ends of her old sari,

Living a thousand lives in that single smile!

What more is happiness?

….Sara

P.C : pinterest.com

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3 comments

  1. nehagupta77 · February 6

    nice1 (Y)

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