Sunday, April 16, 2006

artless years

The faculty of memory is a benefaction
It conveys me across lonesome years
To the sublimity and symphony
Of mother's calls and grandma's fables
I'm a dazed child
My mouth agape i listen to heroic tales
As grandma feeds with wrinkled, loving hands
The chutney tastes spicier
As good always vanquishes evil

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