An Aunt of Mine


An aunt of mine

used to tell me fine

she would say If I die

none would cry

does not matter

it would not shatter

as I lie dead

on my cosy bed

I cannot open my eyes

to see those nice

who shed tears

nor I have the fears

to watch those  in state

who remain unabated

I would have traveled miles across

only my body lies  in a pause.

I did not take it seriously then

now I track the anecdote often

how worldly wise she had been

with a wisdom and insight keen.

 

 

 

 

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