Aah… Those Ladies

I came across a picture of many ladies standing in a group and well they all looked so happy..there was something so alive and powerful about that picture..so I had to pen down these thoughts.

I am reminded of my grandmom and my grandad too..I had little time with them..but to me both were the picture of benevolence and power. And I see many wise women fighting for their families and their rights tirelessly, and we have much to learn from them:) And I loved the picture:)

Aah… Those Ladies

There is something about that lady, all those ladies,

Have you seen them smile, all white and eyes sparkling in glory..

Age defied by the lines crinkling at the corners..

Unaware of the beauty that exhales with their walk..

A stature that draws your soul to bloom.. look up from the drooping petals that you hide in..


Oh the fight that fences their eyes..and palms open wide..

Shoulders rise questioning the callous world..

Grim lines stretch along that fiery face..

Vengeance not spiteful yet exuding power almost godlike..

 With a feisty, yet calmingly shrewd aura, the words from tongues and eyes befall on the ears..

 Deaf and down trodden stare, aghast, awed, stirred in their hearts and minds..

A challenge summoning the world to rise above its apathetic forms..And norms..


Await rains..To fight with faith.. they teach us..

Drought is bound by nature to torture with thirst and hunger..

Tragedy to haunt our lives.. Savage are nourished to be pitiless..

And yet all are hapless against the turns of the earth.. the spinning of time..

The twists in the seasons.. from forlorn wait..to shady winters..

To scorching summer and the rains that wash away all the filth..the sorrow..the dread..and the scum..

Those rains shall leave your breath clean, your hearts effervescent shall find wonder and courage in thyself..


Aah those ladies, their lives, their stories of tears both merry and forlorn.. Regale your heart with hope..

Palms open..Arms embracing you with an exuberant warmth.. you are her child not from her womb..

Her friend.. Whoever you might be.. You find love trailing their eyes…

And each passing moment they whisper with their smiles, with their touch and speak in wringing tones..

“From the depths of our wells of righteousness shall rise our will to stand in the face of the storms..”

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