Aug 2014
When she died,
I thought I'd just grow old
Shutting myself in the old house
alone,with memories and the mirror
that she had looked in one bright day
like gold in the miser's chest.
I thought I'd just grow old
Shutting myself in the old house
alone,with memories and the mirror
that she had looked in one bright day
like gold in the miser's chest.
published in 'Illustrated Weekly of India ; Guest Editor;Nissim Ezekiel, October 1984 / Times of India publication-Bombay
