My rich, high-class lady
Remembered each name even laying on her bed
Asked the visitors if they are alright
When she should have been worried for her health instead.
Not a complain touched her lips,
She had details remembered on her fingertips.
She loved delicacies—rice, potato, bread;
Didn’t disturb a soul at the moment she left.
Looked like a paegant in her earlier days,
Proficient in creating by multiple ways—
Knit, crochet, cook, fix, sew, design, stitch.
My lady sung songs in her beautiful pitch.
Dedicated to my belated nani, belated Uma Shankar, also lovingly called by my belated nanaji as ‘Rajni’. I made a video on her. You can watch it here if you wish to: