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Her Burning Heart…

The pain and agony of a mother in an old age home has been evocatively portrayed, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.

Behind that burning candle 

There stands a heart 

That weeps quietly 

A rejected mother at 

Old age home

Drowning in sorrow!

She starts chanting the 

Beads for the safety of her child!

Nonstop she chants tears 

Rolling down her sallow cheeks 

Wrinkled with an agony of life!

As the candle burnt off 

The darkness spreads everywhere

She heaves a sigh 

A sigh that’s springing 

Up from her painful heart 

She fears everything in life 

But holds on to her rope of faith!

She sits and chants

Throughout day and night 

Without sleep

Her only wish 

Her child’s safety!

She falls off to sleep 

Early morning hours and 

As she opens her eyes 

She sees the Creator 

In the glory of 

The golden sunrays!

Her mind becomes 

Calm once again 

As a ray of hope peeps in 

A faint glow entering her heart!

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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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