Towards The Final Day Poem by Indira Renganathan

Towards the final day
Knows one for certain hundred percent
Sure to wind up thoroughly
Leaving behind even the mortal sheath

There so the blood vessels shrink
Also the brass and bronze vessels
Also the sentimental tradition
Children can't be glued to...

Traditional furniture papa's, grand-pa's
Espoused with mamma's, grand-ma's silver, gold
All secretly or forcibly to the mart

Grand-old-mistress innocent
Holding back her darlings' left-by goods
Snaps, clothes, books
Grand-old-mister adamant
Mindless leaving his own house
At last, they're gone

Tear-soaked bucks mamma's, papa's...
Children celebrate their special days
Purchasing antiques far farther