HER VOTE WAS CAST
G. Somaseshu
A lifeless figure seemed, but for her eyes
Still shimmering with tear-glint I found
Leaning upon her stick, she dragged herself
To cast her vote, she needed someone’s help
I led her slow, she mumbled some faint sound
She fingered at some symbol for me to realise
Her vote was cast: she did thank me a lot;
Like a mother, me close she caught,
Near her bosom and touched my chin
What a flood of mercy oh God. What kin
Could give such rapturous love? I stood
Struck by that selfless touch - a log of wood!