Centenarian Smile
Months ago my centenarian grandmother passed away, leaving her beautiful smiles with us forever...
Life has tested her a million times. Cuts & bruises - still exist, but hidden in some secret chambers. Memories of rain drenched pathos and falling leaves of winter are there, but kept aside in an unknown island of her own - as if, those incidents never happened. Uphill tasks could never make her exhausted.
Her smiles - like the eternal spring flowed incessantly from her angelic heart - were the only visible expressions we have experienced so far. She shared love with love all through her life.
Shall we mourn or make merry?
Centenarian -
body might have stopped breathing;
you made your smiles fly...
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
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