Out of the kitchen,
She watches a girl,
Clad in a black gown,
With glinting stars
At the shoulders,
And a yellowish cap,
Covering her short hair!

She's playing, dancing
Like kid-dolphins
In a jolly mood,
Prancing across
The moulds of mud
In the only lane
Making pigeon-movements
As if it's raining lightly at dusk!

She looks at a teenager,
Leaving for college
After stodgy breakfast
A violet bag
Dangles at her right hand,
Waving at her mother
She disappears
Like a bird in a jiffy!

At the door
She gladly hails
A beautiful bride
Who is escorted
To her blessed house
And her footfalls
Are as light as
Those of butterflies
On the smilies flowers!

On the bed,
She finds a mother
Combing her cute child,
Puts two morsels
In its wide mouth
And two five stars in its hands!

She comes out
And stands before a mirror
That speaks to her
And whispers in her ears
Silver is gone, it's dark now
And no sheen will brighten her life.