Yesterday was
My Aunt’s sister’s funeral
The day gave me
A feel that was thriving ethereal
The moment she saw the corpse,
Her hands ran towards sister’s forehead in remorse…
The moment made me shiver,
As I empathized
To give my thought a deep quiver …
The hand that played those “Clapping Games”
Was lying deceased…
The voice that hummed her “Crispy Call”
Was certainly the now numb…
Those rhymes of
childhood
Sharing the same platter
Quarreling for larger piece of chocolate
Fighting with pillows
Till on the same bed they shatter…
Comparing the heights,
Those long stupid fights
Teasing on silly mistakes
Being angry with each other
was always so fake…
No one else can mess up with the sis,
Attitude is protective for her
So better give it amiss…
Tears rolled down my eyes
Pain of losing younger sister
Was felt in her voice
The real love of sister
So affectionate and caring
Fighting, supporting each other..
And those secrets’ sharing…
At last my aunt bade her “Final” Good Bye
Some feelings expressed from her glance…
“I wish I had a chance to talk to her One Last time…
One last fight, one last hug
One last moment to express how much I love her…
I wish I could recite with her…
One last Childhood Rhyme!!!”
