The granny who fed telling me stories is not around,
I don’t feel hungry anymore, now.
Toys lie scattered around
Playmates flock around me. But,
The grandpa who amused shouldering me is not around
I don’t have the humour to play any more now.
Amidst the four towering walls
Tucking the tears of memories away
I silently await the dawn of the day
When I can get back home.
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Shamshad
Shamshad
Shamshad lives in Fremont, California. She has recently published her maiden collection of poetry “ee kitikee terucukunedi voohalloke (ఈ కిటికీ తెరుచుకునేది ఊహల్లోకే)”
