An eighty five year old flower wilted
An eighty five year old flower wilted
She was an angel
Loitering on the other side
Of our balcony
So aged enough to retire
She used to have attire
That will make any one admire
She always had nice things
To talk about and share
Well matching the mindset
Of younger people
Despite her having lived
Decades ahead of them
She was the most sought after female
In the complex
As she had solutions to most of the
Emotional family issues
And she reached out to people
Who, she felt, need her support
Her language is so sophisticated
Not normally expected
From a person of her age
And she never missed to attract children
With her picturesquely narrating incidents
And stories of the past
She was one of those
Rare still-husband-alive
Auspicious women
And hence it was always to the pleasure
Of the hosts
Organizing an propitious occasions
She graced such functions
With her polished presence
Her husband, a retired army man
Matched her well in looks and gait
He kept his audience in rapt attention
Being capable of convincingly addressing
All topics, politics, economics, and
Anything for that matter
The couple together was a delightful watch
As they induced confidence
In senior citizens of both genders
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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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