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Blood In My Veins


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.