Lekhny composition -25-Aug-2022

Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -25-Aug-2022

Yesterday, She was strolling in the park under the marvelous orange sky.

She called me and asked me to have dinner with her as she had prepared with her wrinkled hand.

Though her hands energy has burn out , yet her motherly affection has enthrilled her with new sun.

She had made my favourite course and told me stories about her son.

The aunt was my jogging partner and sometimes she waved hi on full moon evening.

Whenever rain hit the earth, she would often knock on the door for silly things.

Just to check on my health and wellness.

Yesterday at night , she was brimming with smile on the call as her grandkid was about to come.

In the morning, thunder silence the noise of the city.

I saw after many years the cry of cloud and sky.

The tears were for the aunt that has transcended towards spiritual plane.

I was not feeling sad but my eyes where drizzling.

I was sad as I lot a warmth company in the modern cold society.

She never said more than few words to me but she never forget to greet me with nods on every meet.

She was old yet her youth flowers were still young and at peak.

I never saw her raised eyebrows and she never forget to ask about food and water from others.

Her last call , her youth was flourishing towards the sky.

Her throat was hurting , yet she still managed to bring sweet words out.

Never knew that it would be her last message and letter.

I am crying as her last sweet dish has turned chilly and hot .

Like a weathered flower her body was still yet her smile was still big and wide .