SP (26-12-73 / india)

Call Her The Anchor

She served as his anchor
in times of pain and laughter

she kept him firmly feet down
in the dusk or in the dawn

she held him steady
even as he paraded himself as a dandy

his anchor, in a life of turbulence
even as he tested her tolerance

he needed her, what if she didnt
he knew without her he wasnt

she was his anchor, his bitter pill
he could not give her up even at his will

call her his mother, friend or sister
she never minded being the second in the line

she stood for him nevertheless
that should say it all and nonetheless.

by sreelekha premjit

Comments (1)

'he knew without her he wasnt' This was the best verse in the poem... Speaks volumes! Deva