GREY

I see grey clouds 

looming over my head 

portended of something evil 

Will the rains mar the celebrations 

Of the most awaited festival 

I see the vermilion in the parting of grey hair 

Making a fashion statement 

No...that's not her intention 

She is proud of her marital status 

Proud that it has stood the test of time 

Crossed choppy seas but never capsized 

Willing herself to stay upright 

From Ma Durga she gained insight.