Ranjit Ravindran (12-12-1982 / Visakhapatnam)
Back to oblivion
A sweet lady, tough and fearless,
Narrating stories that carries great lesson;
Always keeping track of my happiness,
My grandmother is indeed a grand old woman.
Rising seven children with brilliance,
Herding twelve grandchildren like a Goddess;
Rejoicing at our collective achievements,
She led a life commanding happiness.
And then struck that sinister disease,
Confining her to the bed forever quiet;
Hunger, thirst and all survival necessities,
Deserted her during that ultimate fight.
Battling challenges that life did pose,
Into the heavenly abode she did rose.
17 DEC, 2021 Hrs
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