Clay and Stone Stay Longer
When I started
revamping my loft
Containing Brass, and Silver utensils,
Also a Clay pot,
memory
Past and
ancestral lineage. That specific
Pot was used
in musical orchestra
as
A music accompanying artist’s instrument.
The Chiseled clay sang tunes
and rhythms
For the Great
uncle used to play with
His dexterous
hands, his fingers spoke
unique language . He
gifted it to me
to foster music
and melody. Until I find
a suitable player, I preserve it in my loft.
Now, a shift
to my grandma’s mansion.
How often
I recollect my grandma’s
Home, my pride ancestral lineage, the
Stone slab
covering the main
entrance,
The numbers engraved still stupefy me,
What does it signify? You delve deep
Into the
past. The inmates, the dwelling,
Their mode of
living. How oftener we
Have walked over it, erasing many a
Spilt scar,
tar and tin, but nothing
can Erase
Memory of them whom I know,
Their habits
in the habituation .
