Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
This poem is all about an old lady who used to assist my mother in house-hold activities. Now she is in her last stage of life. Whenever, I visit my village, meet her to listen from her sweet queries on my kids and my wife. She pleads to bring kids to my village. I feel bad to say her my kids somehow have gone far away from rural settings.That could be there preoccupations with their future. That is different issue. But the point that stuck me is her innocence telling nothing of her problem.
Most of us, in urban area call such ladies as 'kamabali' (the lady who works particularly does morning chores like sweeping, cleaning plates etc.) I wonder who's is not 'kambala' or 'kamabali'. One day, interestingly, one day I heard from a very sensible lady a word 'house assistant'.
Most of such ladies have sorrows to take up these odd jobs at different households. This poem is dedicated to all of them.
The poem is published in Nabapatra March-April 2010 by Odisha Cultural Academy, Rourkela, Odisha.