An Ancient Cane Basket.

There a heritage home demolished The members joined together And partition deed planned altogether Knowing well they can't join together To fly away from the old nest Where they breathed till puberty Where they lived till the adulthood And completed the studies for future job The heritage home had wooden carvings Ancient baskets of grandmas seen But careless maintenance spoiled With holes and insects eaten them The precious thing of the past here The costly silk and cotton clothes The silver color boxes all kept In the basket that woven in Bamboo A precious and rare artifact it was I saw the unknown face of a grandma Smiles with little shameful face She tells me that I kept my sandal paste In a small silver box underneath of basket You my little one trace out and take And remember this poor great grandma That gone for ever to heaven with pride. As a man loved the village crafts I imagined the hands of the craftsman Or woman through which it made. The good and careful selection of cane To withstand the climate through years.