Those shriveled
wrinkled fingers
passing on that family album
with a fleeting touch
has passed on
the generations
under our feet

Those quivering
shaking voices
singing the lullaby at night
and the sparkling stories
jumped hoops from generations,
is scattering the wisdom
worth eons
in mere minutes

Those bony taloned hands
singing and crocheting
the praises of the holy ancestors
is bringing back live
the drawing etched
in the old forgotten caves

Those bay leaf
cinnamon-laced fingers
doused and soaked
turning the
wrapped yellow
broken paper
of centuries-old recipes
is keeping the taste alive in the
dying taste buds

That wisdom in the scriptures
spanning the gates of
times
Our heritage,
Our roots,
Our road to salvation.

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Megha Sood is an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry. She lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She has worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a project manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.

Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords, Indian periodicals and coming up in Literary heist, Poethead, and many more. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/.

Photo: Jake Thacker