Eighty | Badri Raina

February 28, 2021

They zoomed, friends from everywhere,
Just to make an eighty-year old wanted.
The eighty-year old no longer felt
Hollowed as a house haunted.

Tailoring away for decades
At cut-pieces of sanity and brawl,
Their words of love made my stitching
Worthwhile and whole.

What better abode to rest in finally
Than the memories of friends?
The zoom poured manna into my soul,
And for my failings made amends.

They may not know but they left the meet
With a basketful of blessings;
I saw them off as angels,
Knights, queens, and kings.