Grandmother’s chest in the attic, 
Waiting for someone to come near her
Ears strained to hear the known footsteps
Vision blurred with cobwebs, but her spirit is not
May be there is something for you in there may be not,
But how will you know if you don’t reach out to it?
A quilt and some handkerchiefs
A world of soft cotton and lace
Hope and warmth embroidered in each one
May be you will find solace in them may be not
But how will you know if you don’t embrace them?
Some old wrinkled and some neatly packed clothes
They have more deals and tales
Than any book or shop
The soothing whiff of love, comforting whispers
Maybe you will find them enlightening may be not
But how will you know if you don’t let them express?
At the corner of the chest are some old memories
Some letters gone yellow; some brown
Some old pictures; of a naughty little girl on a swing
Of a free spirited woman before and after her marriage
Oh! the beautiful carefree past and their echoes
Maybe you will find some mantra in them maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t ask?
Hope, love, warmth, inspiration and some surprises in store
The old neglected chest can be full all this and more
An old set of dentures desperate to share her story
An old eye glass full of wisdom
This may be your lucky day may be not
You may find something valuable, may be not
But how will you know….
somkritya 
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I have gone through this poem by Somkritya many times and it gives the same lovely feeling every time. All the memories come alive. ‘May be there is something for you in there may be not,
But how will you know if you don’t reach out to it?
Sometimes we see old and don’t bother but when we take to time it investigate and make time we learn and discover so much. Wonderful piece!
A charmed poem, love it!
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An excellent poem as expected by you.
Thanks Ma 🙂
Its alovely poem,brining back all the memories of childhood. Thanks for writing this poem.
Thanks Raja 🙂
Thanks Dada
Debarati- Thanks babe, my grandma used to have this huge chest full of things,and all though we knew what was inside, every summer we would make plan a grand theft for the Patali gud,marie biscuits and even khatti meethi goli..it was real fun,and she used to tell so many stories
never stayed with a grandmother (one was dead even before I was born and one was away who I met every year for 2 days)… but I had my maternal grandfather living with us and he had a big black trunk. It smelled of Mysore Sandalwood soap… and cantharidene hair oil ….your poetry brought back so many memories….
Very Creative !
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