PPT on 12 std poetry

1. 4.1 Old women
K Satchinandan
Old women do not fly on magic wands
nor make obscure prophecies
from ominous forest

2. They just sit on vacant benches
in the quiet evenings

3. call doves by their names
and charm them with grains of maize.

4. Or trembling like waves
They stand in endless queues in government
hospitals

5. or settle like sterile clouds
in post offices awaiting mail
from their sons abroad
long ago dead

6. They whisper like drizzles
as they roam the streets
with a lost gaze as though
something they had thrown up
never returned to earth.

7. They shiver like december nights
in their dreamless sleep
on a shop varandahs.

8. There are swings still
in their half blind eyes
lilies and Christmases
in their failing memory.
There is one folktale
for each wrinkle on their skin