an ode to my Aji

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along with the birds chirping outside
Aji’s hand-operated kalghar started
clanking early every morning converting
fabric into bhotos, suruwas, blouses

holding her family together
stitch by stitch when money bolted
from Bajya’s pockets on payday itself
into the hands of his gambler friends

an unlettered, untravelled woman
Aji was the rock that her progeny
climbed, spread their wings and
leapt on the back of the wind

organizer at heart. strategy consultant by trade. mostly prose with occasional forays into poetry.

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