I LOVE MY SISTER LAKSHMI.......A SONG OF MELANCHOLY......

I LOVE MY SISTER LAKSHMI…….A SONG OF MELANCHOLY…….

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I  LOVE MY SISTER LAKSHMI
WHOSE MEMORIES EVER CHERSIH ME
FORERUNNER SHE HAS PERISHED
FOR EVER THE SOUL HAS VANISHED

BYGONE MY CHILDHOOD DAYS I REMEMBER
MY SISTER SHINED AS A SCHOLAR
WAS FIRST IN MATHS AND ENGLISH
IN HER CLASS WITH ALL SILLY LASS

BORN PRIVILEGED YOUNGER HER BROTHER
WHO SHOWED ME ALL HER TEACHERS
THE ONES WHO TAUGHT AND LOVED
MY  SISTER WHO  REMAINED THEIR BELOVED

SHE TAUGHT ME MATH AND ALPHABET
WHICH GAVE ME STRENGTH ABOUT
ALLOWED ME CLIMB THE LADDER WITH A TUTOR
THROUGH THE NAUGHTY SCHOLASTIC TORTURE

AMIDST THE SORROWING FAMILY
BY DEATH OF A DEAR BROTHER HOLY
IN SIXTIES OF  TWENTIETH  CENTURY
SHE TOOK  THE VACANT PLACE WITH INJURY


WITH MIND SO SHARP AND OBESE SHE WAS
UBIQUITOUS LAKSHMI WAS
IN MIDST OF ALL HER KITH AND KIN
ALSO THE UNKNOWN COUNTRYMEN

A LIFE OF SERVICE SHE LIVED
SHARING THE BURDEN OF HER BELOVED
HER BROTHERS AND SISTERS WE WERE
WHO STUDIED AND BRUNT SHE BORE

WITH HANDFUL OF WEALTH
FROM THE RESERVE BANK EVERY MONTH
IRONIC WAS HER AGONY
THAT SHE NEVER OWNED ANY MONEY

UNCARED BY HER INNOCENT ACTION
AND AGGRAVATED BY FORCES OF INACTION
FELL VICTIM IN THE TRAP OF DEATH
LIVING ALL BENEATH  DENOUMENT

SO GOOD SHE WAS TO ALL
SHE SHARED HER LAKSHMI WITH ALL
AND ALLOWED US BECOME WEALTHY
WITHOUT REMAINING HER HEALTHY

SORROWFUL  IS THIS REAL STORY
REMINDS US FEEL SORRY
THAT SHE  AS REALLY DEAR TO ALL
AND HAS MADE ALL  REMAIN  SAD

THESE ARE THE LINES EMANATING FROM THE HEART OF A
BROTHER WHO REMEMBERS HIS SISTER  ALWAYS

RAGHAVAN


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