Comments about Pankajam Kottarath
Great uncle, eighty six, a chronic bachelor,
known for penny-pinching all his good life
prudence shrunk, vision poor, memory fading,
once used to loosen his waist belt after each meal
became obstinate, an hour it took to feed him.
Almost a roll back; A second childhood.
At a big bang and a feeble moan
Mom rolled up the lantern wick