Mom’s watch

She was our mom , big mom
In green, fond of wrist watch.
She gives us mixers to make
Our truth and hers palatable,
Keeps ticking watch with her.

Let  watch be buried as truth
As men get busy with mixers.
They hear truth ticking below.
They come here in quiet hour
And keep ears glued to earth.

(Sounds were heard from the tomb of Jayalalitha former popular chief minister of Tamil Nadu,that turned out to be the ticking of her watch with which she had been buried)