The Fate Of Grandma Poem by Shihabudheen K J

Grandma's bones no more filled of calcium,
Eyes and nose resemble points on face stream.
Legs and thighs torn apart,
Pathetic belly bent onto sticks upfront.

She was heaven in the sake,
Offered them never the rake
Breastfed her six children,
Brought them well driven

Five daughters made their way,
Only drunkard son went astray
Envy scripted her daughter's text,
Never reminded their hard brought past.

Kids acted stages with brutal nerve,
Rotated her around their tables sans serve.
Unaddressed and left alone suffers,
Grandma draws mild pleasures.

Victimized herself in the Black magic,
Found salvation in soothsayers so tragic.
Together her kids ran over grandma's evil,
Blamed all curses and called her devil.

Left alone in the lonely desert,
Hunger and thirst tests her fate.
She becomes a refugee of her envious kids,
who dwell her twisting her heads.
Starving her at times,
Upon ill treated deadly fines.
I confess I alone can't support her,
For I am too in the hell of fate tier.