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I walked with the crowd....not
I was not a listed guest....
She was an aunt of mine
Lost touch,
I had.....
With roll of time.....
But,
Walking a part but apart....
I watched
The effect of her loss....
In her........
Weeping grand son,
Grand daughter...
Her crying daughter in law
Her grieving son.......
Her heart broken husband.....
She was just
A woman,
Who had done her part....
To her best...I guess,
more relatives followed
I wondered....
We put out our best,
In the working front,
Do we show the same love and care
At home?
malini kadir
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