This inquisitive fellow here serves an inclination towards reading, writing, exploring new things and much more....
A faint image flashed across my mind
A feeble voice echoed, trying to chide
As I spotted a souvenired painting of an ordinary-looking lady
A cheerful, effulgent and sensitive countenance even in her eighty
A soul doused with tenderness and love for this world, the whole
An inscrutable smile burying the pain of being isolated from us all
A wistful smile lay across my face while summoning up the past
How I used to scram with her walking stick, so fast
All she did was berate a great grand child of hers
Yet grinning from ear to ear
I remember her last crooning us goodbye
"Will meet soon", were her very words, a lie.....