The Arrow - Poem by Aftab Alam
Better there I was at the old home
With the old stupid palsied gnome
Why broke the mug, Papa?
Answer me, you crooked brigand.
You careened and now no mug
The sunny shouted like a Lion
Then comes the grandson,
Really you are stupid, grand pa
Papa rightly said
Why you broke?
To maintain the tradition
I was to keep that for Papa!
Ecstasy and cry
Lighted the room
All hugged and wept
Dew was all around
A new morning…..
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