A thing beyond forever

Whenever your faith in life is waning low,

Stand under her veil for your fortune to grow.

The way she nurtures her home with abundant love and care,

Mellowed to her tender light even eternity sits and stares.

The story began many years ago,

In the ancient town dappled with glory and scars,

Beholding the tales of the success of people living afar.

Crossing the seas of the city,

Resided a dyad in a small vicinity.

The couple wailed in dejection,

They prayed to God with nameless conviction.

To bestow them with a special gift,

A child was what they wished.

Praying to the goddess Vaishnavi they were bestowed with a young girl,

Oblivious to the fact she was born for the flag of benevolence to unfurl.

Beyond smiles and tears,

She added life to her family’s years,

Being the only girl in her clan,

The entire house followed her as she ran.

She was her mother’s love and her father’s pride,

A young girl who challenged time and tide.

As she grew up, she walked in beauty like the night,

And all that’s best of dark and bright,

Met in her aspect in her beautiful eyes.

Dreams the dwelling place of her heart,

Her love so pure set her soul apart,

From a world perfused with maliciousness and cruelty,

She filled her world with grace and dignity.

Her mother taught her about the stars,

She often looked at the moon and questioned its scars.

Her mother replied,” a thing of beauty that is flawed shines with a smile that glows,

So in our darkest hours, the moon fills our minds with peace below.

Staring at the moon, the little girl admired the white heretic rebel.

Walking towards her room she looked into the mirror and caressed her tiny freckles.

She knew her flaws and scars made her beautiful.

Time passed away,

The little girl turned twelve,

She became a little elf,

Twirling around and turning everyone’s pain into joy,

She was loaded with responsibilities and often forgot to enjoy.

The sunlight carried a blessing,

She danced with delight as her sister was born.

Underneath the fallen blossom,

She held her sister to her bosom.

They laughed, they danced and they walked together.

Imperfectly perfect together.

Radiant with gladness, life was like a floating vapour of soft summer air,

Full of smiles, mirth, joy, and care.

But when all seemed steady,

Fate changed its course without them being ready.

One night, as the sky danced with dazzling light,

Their life was suffused with the unbarring plight

Her mother died of illness in her arms,

Sighing like the darkness and sobbing like the rain,

Wailing for her world that couldn’t come again.

As she stood at the funeral pyre,

She wanted to surrender her desire,

Her desire to live, her desire to survive, to dream, to perspire,

But a small hand pulled her cloth from underneath,

Her sister stood on her feet

Calling her didi she hugged her tight,

Asking her why ma is being carried inside.

The girl found her reason to live,

Her sister made her feel alive.

A part of her died when her mother departed to the heavens high

but left a part of her behind at the eternity’s sigh.

The young lass now had the will to strive,

Her pain made her thrive.

Life went well but there was always a void,

Her father wanted to fill the void,

He longed for his daughters to smile,

So he decided to tie the knot,

Unaware that it would bring happiness was restrained to a thought.

Soon the lady broke the family-like broken pieces on the floor,

Disassociating the sisters, she sent the younger one away,

But the elder one wished to stay.

With her father who felt alone,

Because he was his only home.

The stepmother tortured the young girl,

Soon her beloved father passed away,

Leaving her in the oblivion of pain that never ceased to stay

As all her fond ones were flown,

She had no desire to inhabit the bleak world alone.

Her soul was tired, her mind fighting the battle of being alive,

No longer did she have the will to go ahead with her life.

But just when she was about to surrender,

The fire that her soul was wired with ignited with ash and embers.

She remembered her mother’s last words.

To have courage and follow your dreams with all your might.

She found the reason to fight, to live, and dare to dream.

After completing her studies, she topped the college,

Filled with zest and wit, she intended to share her knowledge.

Working as a teacher she took care of her grandparents and sister,

Her love for her family gave her eternal contentment,

Darkness was all around, yet her eyes told the tale of the days in goodness spent.

All was well, she spent her life in the same commotion,

She believed life would be the same, but life changed its notion.

The love of her life entered the game,

The game of life where fate the master ensured nothing would remain the same.

They knew both of them had each other’s hearts,

In the vows of love, they tied the knot.

With the weight of the wedding brocade,

She found a place of cooling shade,

in her new home.

As she continued to live her life,

She discovered her wings and found her purpose.

Becoming the master of her trade, she hustled and dared to dream,

Whenever she hit the sorrow’s bite,

Her love and passion made her feel alive.

You could call it another Cinderella story,

But I call it a yarn of courage and glory.

A story that chronicles the manifestation of dreams,

What inspires us to work hard for all our endeavours,

Aspirations fill our life with a thing beyond forever.