A craving

grandma died a few years back
yet this feeling of not letting go
- that epoch in my life that will not return
forever remembered
the warmth of grandma's smile, companion
warm hands and love

time, does it run in a linear fashion?
vividly i see us again in a house
somewhere in India, the first floor of a building

oh this craving of things that spawn endless karma!

well there we shall meet
she as another woman
and me another man

will she be glad again to
take me into her hands
through this rough and tumble world?

or will she just be a lady that curses
- having to come back merely to satiate a craving,
that rings endless karma bells

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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