Lines dedicated to my Grandmother
Today is her 12th death anniversary

If you were alive
You would have seen
How much I am delving deep
In the heritage you bequeathed
More than a decade in your native city
I am travelling for hours and hours
Covering miles
making myself and making myself
Acquainted with all the streets
You discussed in your nostalgic stories
I often tread upon those paths
Passing through the lanes
you once described .

Sometimes I visualize
You laughing
stretching your thin lips
Sitting amongst dead...