The portrait of a child
pretty but it is her
simple smiling’
innocence wins the heart,
I watch the display
for full 30 minutes
“she must be”, I tell myself
“from my country”.
I meet the artist , who is
from my part of the world,
coming closer exactly from
my home town,
A pleasant conversation reveals
the little girl is from a family,
who have quietly done
a lot for the community.
She is none other than my aunt
who died young, Her affability, I
recollect, had made her an icon
I am stoned, Don’t we say,
blood is Thicker than water.
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