My mother's age got old,
And she wanted her shop to be sold
She attached a huge board on the wall, hammered with nail
Which said, 'This shop is for sale'.
The costumers came and went
The price almost made them faint
She waited that someone would come
But it seemed she was all but dumped
She tried a lot
But the costumers still were hesitating in the price slot.
Women in Thangka painting
Everybody refused to buy it
But she continued this challenging fight
She didn't lose her hope
Instead of giving up, she tied her back with a strong rope.
Finally her hope answered
When a costumer returned once again
She thought it was her last chance
But the costumer refused again, making her strained.
Seeing her old age, she had her request felt
So the costumer said ‘yes’ and in a major happiness she leapt
Her happiness was beyond imagination
And from there was the beginning of life not full of damnation
Kripal is a student in grade VII at Satya Sai Shiksha Sadan.
