The little one
my grand daughter
ever affectionate
looks at me with no sign of recognition.
The day before
we played together
she hiding, I seeking,leaving no corner of the house everything being forgotten.
I go close to her
she runs away terrified.
Call her “Meenu”. She
being named after me.Hostile she turns..
This being in a wedding,
amongst relatives and friends.
They look at me
as though I am an unkind grandma Wriggle with discomfort.
I stay put in my place
bite my tongue
brush aside the tears
watch the ceremonies
with little.interest.
I walk towards the exit
deeply hurt,a tiny hand pulls the edges of my sari.find my lovely child,who cuddles and giggles.
Meenas Poems 