Children’s grandma had a fall
While filling water wearing a shawl
The water pot fell on the mud
And grandma fell with a thud
No one came to pick her up
She moaned in pain while others supped
Dogs barked and helped at last
Taken to the doctor fast
No gown, no clinic the doctor had
Still an expert and not so sad
Placed his solid foot on her chest
Then pulled her hand in full earnest
All around could hear a click
The elbow set no more sick
For a while she was made to rest
Thanks be to God, all one said
No car, no trolley, for grandma
Simply walked back with ‘pa
Home at last and rest she will
Soon asleep with a pill
No payment for the doctor made
Unlike city ones who simply raid
No more sad and no more mad
Is grandma with that fateful day
*This poem was written after a real accident met by my mother-in-law, during winter 2000 in exactly the similar manner as mentioned above. The place of scene is the remote village of Indana in Haryana State.
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