So It Were You Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I rang the bell of her door and ran away,
my foot was slipped on a rotten banana thrown in the way
and I fell down.
Though the injury was not serious but she came with an antibiotic ointment
while applying it on my injured skin she smiled and said,
"So it were you! "
While I was single wheeling on my bicycle,
I saw her with a basket of fruits and vegetables,
my bike collided with her,
the fruits and vegetables scattered on the ground,
she raised her eyes to me, smiled and said,
"So it were you! "
Due to shortage of energy when electric supply was stopped,
in the dark I went down and turned main switch of her flat off,
when supply of electricity was restored
her flat was still dark,
The old lady with pains of her knee came down
and turned the main switch on.
Slowly while she was moving up against the gravity
with her walking stick
stopping at every step on the stairs,
sometimes sitting, and up again to her flat,
something happened with my heart,
I went to her and said, "I am sorry Mam!
Hold my hands, may I help you?
I promise,
no more naughtiness by me."
"No my child, please continue your naughtiness,
alone I am living here,
my children and my grandchildren all are abroad,
when I look at you, smile and say, so it were you,
I feel one of my grandchildren my son has left for me."
The naughty child has grown in a man.
The lady is in her grave now,
no,
I am wrong she is in my heart!