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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.
Copyright ©
LEO Phakhuimi Kashung
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