Our Super Aththe (1899-1972) Poem by narayana aghalaya

eldest of siblings,
a young widow, when remarriage
was not the in-thing;
she turned that chapter's last page,
her new chapter was a rage.

the large family,
needed her various roles.
versatile truly.
to serve was close to her soul;
had nothing else as life's goal.

nieces and nephews,
all born over three decades;
one by one - a queue;
we entered the world to wade,
through our chosen roads as laid.

Aththe had big role,
in pre- and post-natal care,
and chores of household,
she did for love, I must share,
to take up, many would not dare.

pagade*, she played;
enjoyed pranks by younger lot.
moon landing, she slayed:
'is too cold, land there, man can't;
hyped news '; prophet#, was she not?

decades back she left,
for her heavenly abode,
as she deserved rest;
on love, her tenure here rode;
of love, she gave us in loads.

the larger picture:
should not miss the woods for trees.
then, girls, none nurtured.
gender injustice, was free,
for men, to inflict with glee.