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Vaishalis


Vaishali,  granny 
to me in a way
 enters her home
 at 6 in the evening.

She sits in the verandah
 watches people returning
 home. She calls  out each 
by their names.

Jana . she calls
 where are you going ?
The called one hurries
 does not  bother to respond.

Her behaviour annoys granny,
The next passer by  is
Raji,   smart and friendly,
greets granny. 

Toothless grin lightens up  
Vaishali’s demeanour,
Raji respects elders, Jana
is an impudent imbecile,

grumbles granny. The others 
take a round about path 
 for fear of being interrupted 
by Vaishali

The old lady sits for a while
seeing none in the lane.
 she moves to the interiors
where her grand children.

are at their desks, The kids 
chuckle as they see her enter.
 She  pats the little one. kisses  
her namesake grandchild 

 She refreshes herself 
in  her chambers. She unpacks 
 a big sweet box. homemade 
distributes to the kids.  Gives 

a large piece to the younger 
Vaishali,  a replica 
of the elder, as much curious 
and  as such delicate,