Saturday, 2 August 2014

Pride for pyre





I have a son; how proud I was
When he was born! How proud I was
When he had grown and abroad flown!
Left to neglect, I am still proud
Of him, his sons, sons’ sons,
None of whom has given his or her dues.
I broadcast of them in the old age home
To earn for my pyre some attention.
16.03.2006

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