How dear we were
Once, as brothers and sisters!
Once no more are our parents
And we ourselves are parents,
We are not as dear
In the sense that we were once.
Now we see each other
Only on special occasions,
Which, too, are over,
With children all married.
Next await only our funerals,
Where, too, shall we miss
To see the very hosts.
17.06.97, Agartala.
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