My Elder Sister Hema Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Where are you,
Tell the truth.
To get going
All around
I see I listen to
Only your mouth.
Empty house,
Where to go
Why to go
To whom
To go
Now!

My dear elder sister,
What to say about you
I failed to know.

Inside and outside
Let me search out again,
But alas!
I wondered
How it all happened
What the mystery!

So hastened!
For what?
And time
Not quite ripe!

How strong you were
And you are!
You are never cheap,
Never recyclable!

But how wonderful!
Who is not a fool
And utter Words
But cool, cool!