Last year, I took time to visit my old aunt
In my village in Kerala.
Though I had a short period of stay
I had decided to squeeze in a visit to my aunt's house.
I felt she was lonely and sad after my uncle's death.
My cousin too joined me in this long walk up a hilly area.
When we reached the place, it was quite dark.
The large gate was closed
And there were bushes and tall grass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem