Poem : She

She (written when I was 12)

She was the elder child

nice and mild

she stood by a lonely tree
full of painful memories

She did none no harm
in tough situation she was always calm
her life was full of pain
from her eyes tons of tears had rained

She was only 78
people said she died of old age
in a long life in the run
many a hearts she had won

She saw the world wars
her life was a bore
she saw the struggle for freedom
and India go in to the hands of the british kingdom

she couldnt bear it any more
with the whole world she was sore
she wanted to die
she wanted to cry

Something made her stop
she herself didnt know what
for weeks and months
days and night
all she did was to cry

Who is this she?
seems like a mystery
Who is this she?
some one it has got to be
Who is this she?
a relation of mine

something had got to be
with tragedy she had to meet
she was taken away from all
as god had finally given her the call

oh i can see her face so clearly
her picture is on my mind vividly
how i long for her to come
oh dadi, please in my lifes long run