Disaster

By Vidisha Gupta

Long black hair

 my granny used to wear.

How young she used to look,

With brightness on her face 

And positivity in her eyes.

Every time mum used to scold me,

She used to stand in front of me.

Whenever I was unable to finish my food, 

She used to make it easier by changing my mood.

Whenever she used to read a story book

I used to lie beside her and 

act as if I’ve gone in a deep sleep.

She’d stop and then we both would

give each other a wide beam.

When she used to take a head bath,

Her face would become more gorgeous

 by the beauty of her silky hair.

But at the time of New Year

Some disaster happened to her

I was just seven

I did nt know why was everyone so panic stricken?

All I wanted to see was my beloved grandmother.

Why were there tears in my dad’s and grandad’s eyes?

Everyone was there except my granny.

Few days late, she came

Her head gone bald

Where had her long silky hair gone?

I asked my mother,

“Why has she cut her hair?”

My mum answered in a painful tone 

“she didn’t cut them, they have fallen.”

I couldn’t understand.

But then it hit me, what had happened?

Why was she missing?

Tears descended my bewildered eyes

Several question floating in my mind drowned

It made my granny go bald,

Brought dullness and fear 

Shook the whole family

It’s a disaster-CANCER!

By Vidisha Gupta