Mini bistro, in her wattle ‘n daub dwelling
Every morning, noon and late evening
Platters counted ‘n laid 1,2,3, ......13 + 1
with adjustments, as needed, in a routine
Year in year out, kept on turning, the lunar cycle
Young palm fronds meanwhile touched five meter circle
Fledglings started leaving the nest, one by one
Seeking freedom to have their own reigns
She continued regardless, stuck to her adobe
As if all suckled were waiting to be served
Until one day very late, in her mind, she felt
In a black ghostly holocaust, she is engulfed
Occasionally she used to glance on the big table
Reminiscing her count 1,2,3, ...13 + 1
All days were not all that sunny, she knew
Gloomy days were not that strange either
Once every New Year, most of those platters
found a place on big table, occasionally though
Generations one, two ‘n even three, she witnessed
whilst her follicles were turning greyer and greyer
Beneath trees, her sweat smelled, overcasting abode
she observes sun rising, daily over Rammala hill
Saffron sky held tired sun on the plateau, western
flashed back a myriad memories over a nine decade span
T’ was a night, all close ones couldn’t sleep enough
none realized the dawning of a next day either
News, long awaited, got wings through cosmic space
One by one, near and dear poured in, to behold obvious
Thousands paid homage, day and night alike
All mourned her demise, for qualities she possessed
Hundreds lined up to carry her to where she belonged
very earth she loved ‘n toiled on, to be taken care of
As crimson ball hid beneath skyline afar,
Anthill here dumbfounded, like a nightmare
An aged spinster and a widower, in tired ‘n withered eyes
Gazed at flickering candle flame atop freshly earthed heap
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A great homage to a wonderful mother of 13! To have brought up 13 children is no small feat! Later she watched the fledglings leaving the nest one by one into wider skies! Once every New Year, most of those platters found a place on big table, occasionally though............. It must have been the happiest day in her life every year! A fantastic write! A 10