I watch as she packs up
her childhood
into neat little boxes.
And looks at the future
With the same
Diamond eyes
That shone for me when days were bleak
And I know as did others
That when roots are strong
And wings are too
The flight is joy
And unfettered bliss
As I watch her stand on the threshold
Of independent life
I smile
As she takes with her
The wish lists of all her mothers
Radha, Kamala, Veena, Niti, Vishakha, Sushma, Suniti, Selvi and
Me, the one who will write the stories.
22nd August 2012
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