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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Granny and Mulberries! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On a visit to granny in the Doon valley<br>It was March and the tree full of Mulberries.<br>Red, purple teasing from far, fetched a cane basket<br>Joyfully picked one, ate some while birds created racket.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Felt nostalgic on seeing in a bucket in the market.<br>Lying on a bed of ice covered with a guaze net.<br>Hawker beckoned, explained, delicate spoil early.<br>Sweet and sour as girls like am told, juicy and healthy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Came back home with a bagful, took out in a bowl.<br>My granny used to make jam; now I eat them whole.<br> No longer alive; her toothless smile, bed time stories, <br>Ruddy wrinkled face, warm embrace, etched in memories...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a></strong></div>

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