It thundered
As gods were having a fight
Said my grandma
Trying to
Put me to sleep
Gods also fought
I thought
Ramanand Sagar’s characters
Dancing in my head
I tried to shut my eyes
And feel the warmth of
My grandma’s hug
Snuggled so close to her
That I still remember
How she smelled
A bit musky
A bit sweaty
As the rains poured a
lullaby
On the wooden roofs
I drifted
To sleep
Holding my granny’s
Little finger
It rained
Even on the day
She left me
I don’t know
Who was crying more
Me
Or the sky
That night
Rain’s lullaby on the
Roof
Just kept me awake
I slept in my grandma’s room
Her bed
Was no longer warm
And her tiny finger
Forever gone.
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