An evocative poem by Dr Pragya, a tribute to an elder, exclusively for Different Truths.
My antique watch stopped ticking today I gently pat its face as always Hope it breathes again I repeat in anxiety and dismay Faster this time Fear looming over Gripping me harder Freezing me inside I tried to rescue her But I lost my granny once again.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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