Face full of wrinkles
A compassionate heart
I can’t forget you ever
My loving grandmother
Your stories of Ramyana and Mahabharata
Still enlightening my ways
Holding the finger of your words
Going around like a child does
Loitering and Laughing.
Suddenly realized one day,
Your words and You don’t exist anymore
Now it was impossible for me to rest
To behave like elders a necessity
For, I lost my roof over my head
I lost the one who had my back.