A painful passage

I wept and wept, endlessly wept,

Like of which I have never wept

Save at the time of my mother’s death,

While some sequences I read

Off the book ‘The Blind Assassin’

Of Ms Margaret Atwild, wherein

A little girl, by name, Griffen

Watches speechless the gaze of the mother,

Who is in sick bed, the little sister

Being away at play, quite unaware,

And the mother in her feeble voice

Beseeching her to take care of her sister,

To which she assuredly nods and weeps

At the impending end of her mother,

Without thinking who is there to take

Her own care or that what is in store.

I wept and wept, endlessly wept

As the two little sisters resembled

My two granddaughters, me their mother,

As though their mother is in death bed,

With fear of death looming over my head.

I wept and wept, recurrently wept

When I read, wrote and rewrote

The above passage many a time.

27.03.2001