The time is Yama

A grandmother and her teenage daughter

Had been in my observation for sometimes.

The girl was in bloom like a green shoot.

The lady was with wrinkles like a dry bark.

I mused with pity for the lady

And valued with merit for the girl.

Once the lady must have been a green shoot.

One day, the girl would be a dry bark.

The time is the cruelest Yama, ha.!

01.04.2007

[Yama is the god of death in the Hindu mythology