The agony of an aged mother being sent to an old age home has been poignantly captured in verse, by Sarala, in Different Truths.

Oh God how I cried to see that old lady being pushed into the old age home by her own children five

She cried and pleased please have a heart I gave you birth, with my labour I brought you up with my little means when I went hungry throughout the night!

With a smile on my face and pangs of hunger I get up made your rotis and curry

And I just had the leftovers from your plates!

I again in the morning go to the building site carrying bricks on my head!

Oh no! Take me back home where I will obey your rules and eat whatever I get, but please have a heart and take me home!

They bothered the least and went away happily!

I  couldn’t contain my tears I went up to her with a smile and asked her to accompany me to my house where I stay with my wife and kids!

She cried, this time with happiness, I dried her tears and took her home!

My pain of losing my own mother a few years back now eased a bit as I got a sweet mother now and I was happy to see her smile!

©Sarala Balachandran

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Sarala Balachandran

Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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