My Mother At Sixty Six

Today I happened to read a poem by Madhavikutty....Come to think of it,the work was brilliant.It had an indegenous taste n feel to it...The poem named My Mother at Sixty Six deals with the subtleties of human relationships...
On my drive from my parents home in Cochin i saw my mother beside me dozing open mouthed.Her face looked ashen like that of a corpse.Then i realised with pain the fact that my mother has grown OLD....I stumbled on the dreadful reality that this might be the last time that I see her.My mother was near death.I couldn't bear the thought n tried desparately to evade it. Finally i found refuge in the freshness of the lush green trees that passed by the roadside.I noticed children spilling out of there homes for their routine play.The contrast between the mood in my car n is beyond words.After the airoprt's security check, I saw my mom standing about a yard away,pale n colourless like a late winter's moon.Over the years she has lost her vibrance n cheer and have now become dim and unclear. I felt my heartache but I didnt show it coz i didn't want my mother to be sad....So I told her "goodbye Amma..See you soon" though i didnt believe that i could see her again...As I went to board the flight, I took once last look at her, I could see divine love which hasn't changed a bit............
Guys n gurls...this is the best time of our lives...Youth.....the vibrance n freshness that we have now will soon leave us coz everyone has to grow old....So as long as we have this jubillance use it to the fullest....N always remember to gud take care of ur parents n elderly ones, coz v also will be like them one day....
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