Baskadia

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

An ode to my grandmother

I have seen my grandmother deeply dear in the first part of my childhood; blurred but beautiful some memories of her still mesmerize me making an affluent affectionate hood over my head. "O Shuk, O Shuk" - what an enchanting and attractive calling of her full of anxiety in the absence of mine a bit- it was - emitting echoes throughout nature, which is now throughout the cosmos of my life! © Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder 03-08-2023

A poem for my lonely grandmother

Grandmother's solitude a heavy weight,longing for love before it's too late.

The granny.

Acryl on canvas.

Sewing The Flag

“Sewing The Flag” Happy Independence Day Indonesia^^ Recover Faster Rise Stronger *I worked on it for 4.5 hours using mouse..new achievement unlocked :”)

Photo of a grandmother working to collect firewood

This is for u

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