Memory 2 Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

After long years
visiting the locality I once frequented
the place found so changed.
Everything there new to me.
An R.C.C. building seen
where once a tin roof shabby house stood.
And that short tempered elderly woman
of the house
who barked loudly as a routine
to her family members
not seen today.
She died many years ago
they told me.
Today I remembered her
foremost of all
as a loving and somewhat funny character
in spite of her seriousness those days
and bide a loving good bye to her
that I could not do when she died.