(photo by harekrishnaji)
She stands,erect, yet
slightly bent
and thoughtful,
one of the few seniors
on a road leading
to the new housing complex.
Lost
in her
old green memories,
her mind tapped
by those wonderful
orange
gulmohur blossoms,
when she stood firm
in the breezy,
rocky plains,
shielding
so many
from the intense heat....
But age has withered her,
and
she stands bare,
facing up to the vagaries
of age,
just curious
whether there is a Botox for the trees.
And her
little granddaughter,
full of bloom,
bends
in her dance of life,
in an artistic pose
bringing
a pat on her back, and a smile
to the
arthritic old lady's face.
She has found the Botox for the mind,
and it is
smiling
and blooming
in exhuberance
right next to her ....
