IMPORTANT QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS OF MY MOTHER AT SIXTY SIX
Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin,
last Friday morning, I saw my mother beside me Doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse.
She looked but soon put that thought away And looked at young trees sprinting, The merry children spilling out of their homes.
But after the airport’s security check, Standing a few yards away I looked again at her, Wan, pale, as a late winter’s moon
But all I said was, “See you soon, Amma” All I did was smile and smile and smile.
SOME PRACTICE QUESTIONS
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