By Aditya
year of 2019
innocent still -realization loomed slow
Father went oversees, land of desert and sun
he had future in mind
Mother was myriad of knots
Husband away
daughter meek
son a fool
year of 2020
dudhvalo bhai, akhbaarvalo bhai -contact list
grew
paranoid by everyone's move
Father promised a visit soon; money came from
separation
Mother harbored her rural resilience, filing gaps
that were weaved
Husband for a dozen days
daughter a scholar
son a fool
year 2021
online studying and knitting in rasoi
Father couldn't come, everyday on screen and
daily updates his only life
Mother now hyper on safety, marching orders in
her kingdom-3bhk
dining table's chair her throne
framed with her bindi and choodiyaan
Husband sorely missed
Daughter in a college club
son a fool
year of 2022
In dilema but assertive for change
Father had come, happy and a more patient
pattern
Mother frayed for a while
Husband for a month
Daughter a woman
son a fool
year of 2023
cut to a voice of reason and reason of pride
Father will come, permanently from next year
Mother a general had no soldiers left to lace
Husband for a dozen days
Daughter ready for the world -handwoven path
son maybe not a fool
year of 2024
November was first love, strength in sensitivity
Father now back, more understanding and now
friend
Mother glowed like silk
Husband back
Daughter spinning the golden line
Son threading slowly
year of 2025
March my first loss
it's April -her laugh slowly loosening the fabrics
Father takes my advice
Mother worried for her two generals health
Husband an anchor
Daughter waits for my call
Son stitching his hold