Granny’s quest

a poem by Jayati Chowdhury

Her wrinkled hands were like papers
So fragile with blue veins protruding
Her hands shaking, like a crispy brown leaf,
Distributed candies- safely shunted in her
big black trunk.
Unlike the other days she did not lock the trunk
Was she aware of the call?
She had her dinner with her precious family
And went to bed
Her quest to ‘that other world’ began
Mom found her snoring
in the early hours of dawn
with a streak of black blood
that had oozed out and later dried
‘Ma ma’ she shouted
but granny was in a deep sleep
she never stirred.
She snored for one full week
And then suddenly her snoring ceased
She has reached ‘that other world’ mom said.