My Grandmother

April 17, 2012
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I can gaze that old fragile lady body
With her sans body organs.
I can feel her pacified and sacred presence
Wearing a simple white cotton Saree
Massaging my hand with tenderness.
I still recall that mustard oil
Which she used to apply
On my silky hairy scalp.
My best friend, my comrade,
My pal, my everything,
My butter-hearted granny,
Love you very much.
I can’t dress my thoughts with words.
O my experienced and dignified granny!
O my illiterate granny!
Whatever you are, you are the best for me.
Telling me juicy short stories
And making me sleep well,
She gave love-brimming good nights’ kisses.
But what’s this granny?
Why did you betray me?
I just closed my eyes only for some hours,
But why did you shut yours forever?
Answer me!
Answer me!
I am still waiting for you.
Granny, when will you come??

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atashipanda123 said...
Apr. 25, 2012 at 6:47 am
Very sentimental, emotional and heart-touching poem.
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