Aniruddha Pathak

No Fathers’ Day card e’er failed to arrive,
Nor yet a sterile call on Mothers’ Day;
A family album on a lean day
Kept deserted memories still alive,
As did the once-in-a-blue-moon visits
That waned thinner as every season changed.

The Spartan flat, once modestly crowded,
Looked more spacious now than it ever was,