Response Poem 3 Today, talk is cheap. Call Somebody: Arundhati Bhande
No Telephones That's When
-Arundhati Bhande
I swipe left and right,
Up and down,
type, check and send
My grandmother's hand on mine
Marveling at the technology so fine,
A brief herstory through time
as she begun to unwind
I was about your age,
when my mother died.
For days I had wept
and cried.
There were no telephones back then,
a luxury for the rich that's when
a telegram of my mother's demise
reached us later the next night
When I finally reached home,
sweet mother of mine
had already been cremated
I couldn't even say goodbye
I wonder if I had known in time
A telephone call or a message
I could have at least
seen sweet mother of mine
for the very last time
(Note: This is a response poem to Agha Shahid Ali's poem- Today, talk is cheap. Call Somebody (Page 89), in the book The Veiled Suite)
-Arundhati Bhande
I swipe left and right,
Up and down,
type, check and send
My grandmother's hand on mine
Marveling at the technology so fine,
A brief herstory through time
as she begun to unwind
I was about your age,
when my mother died.
For days I had wept
and cried.
There were no telephones back then,
a luxury for the rich that's when
a telegram of my mother's demise
reached us later the next night
When I finally reached home,
sweet mother of mine
had already been cremated
I couldn't even say goodbye
I wonder if I had known in time
A telephone call or a message
I could have at least
seen sweet mother of mine
for the very last time
(Note: This is a response poem to Agha Shahid Ali's poem- Today, talk is cheap. Call Somebody (Page 89), in the book The Veiled Suite)
Very Heart Touching!
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