Time

Time tides over
On to my memory
Hangs in between me
And my history
Death succeeds to
Be increasingly real
My parents are now
Symbols of a past
Gone away, but frozen
Here and there in
Mostly contrived
Photographs of old albums.

Beggar

Her robust dark body
hardly betrays her poverty or despair
she comes begging in my train
I show my indifference
only to gaze at her long,from a distance.

After a while she's there on the platform
seated on a bench with her plump baby
smiling she swipes the sweat off her face
her large eyes
get larger as she throws
her baby in the air

My train chugs ahead
I take her along in my thoughts
a fellow woman
from a strange situation.

Antic jewellery

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