She attracted fire <br />Like a piece of dry twig <br />Otherwise, it’s a routine act of cooking <br />In the ordinariness of a day <br />Lurked the fatal fire <br />Waiting for long years <br />To be ignited to caress her body <br />By and by embrace her in its fiery passion <br />Striking her right at the origin of life <br />As a child I was always surprised <br />How she could be my aunt— <br />Gruff voice like the opening of <br />A corrugated iron gate <br />Contracted muscles <br />Skin dry enough to attract fire(!) <br />Whenever we visited her <br />She always cooked at the same stove <br />In a kitchen that later turned into her last resting place <br />Wonder if her legs could ever open to welcome his seed <br />Childless, she left behind a husband <br />Who nursed her death on his paralytic hand <br />Into his own death <br /> <br />04feb2011 <br />22.12hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-an-aunt/
