Ode to Api - Grandmother

Cycling amidst the gloom and glee She pedals the life's tapestry while People whisper the bad and good thing She'd lived in her life, Though lying in sick-bed No one dared to spare her; She still held her head high And nothing changes her mood. A lethal disease is not a reason, And she stood her knee to death, A source of heartache that bid me in deep within Poverty isn't the reason but unreason man: kids and kin, A cold hearted person, a living-death that surrounds her made it. Amara, goddess of life couldn't hold her still so Death does us part in a blink of an eye. Materialistic longing I do not need them, Empathy and understanding makes man man. Unity in timely need with little contribution Would've given her a moment's breath. A life of love and laughter beside the fire Will rumble low in all the hearts but not. Five sons and two daughters hold Her womb their world but few showed the concern Recalling in pain and remorse Why doesn't love and unity abide? Golden crown isn't about life but A heart that held closely tide. Disunity and death clutches and grip her breathe But her fond memories will forever linger among us. Written by - Leo Phakhuimi Kashung.