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My Dead Granny


Remember the dead always .


There was a woman

 not been known  much

 lived in oblivion 

 died so in the dark

 bore the suffering 

 tolerated the humiliation

 breathed her last seven decades ago

 comes from nowhere 

 almost like a volcano

grandchildren cry with love 

 attribute her qualities  with pride

stand  I bewildered  in shock

 the mind prods and feels stuck 

 anything gone amiss ?

 anywhere to anyone.

 Men do remember

 not in times of prosperity

 only in periods of distress

they recall the bygones 

 more so their ancestors 

This way my curiosity woDead bunniesnders

 Well, I know not why 

am I the only one to think so

 then let me be the odd one out 

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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