Poem: Looking back.

It was a small house ,
living alone,
frequent visit were there
Sometimes holding mother's hand
Sometimes mine alone.
How much care and how much gain,
How many dishes are cooked?
Vegetarian were all those
As dear as I was of aunty
Non veg would not cook,
What will people say?
Child widow house!
But when she fell into bed
Those people did not serve
I went and keep a nurse
till her demise.
After long days I remembered again
while re shuffling the Almirah
I got a fifteen Pice post card
preserved with care once
News written on that was
my favorite aunty on bed .

**KRN**
27.06.2024.T
Writco:30.06.2024
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