My Grandmother

 They say, human body could be

a doorway of Divine, or a loathe of flesh

its in their hands, its in their hands

Her body tremebles, and shiver all 

when I takke her to washroom, she almosts falls

initially i pity her, in this unevitable age

soon her deeds changes it into rage

Acting of highest order, used for disgrace

of the love of people around, or her very face

the selfishness of self, drains my heart

and questions me, is this a human heart

(its incomplete still I publish) written on 1 Nov 2023