Ohh dear grandma!

Ohh dear Grandma! I love your 'papadum' I miss the time when you offered me to come With you at the porch When the sun had scorched To help you to knead, roll and flip The papadum which had a habit to slip From those tiny little hands of mine And so you told me to arrange them in a line Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time.... That time when.. When you sometimes got busy I used to take a bite Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet Although it was not at all right But I loved doing that when you were out of sight Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste Because on the theme of love and care it was based! Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you Because I'm fed up being praised Your words which were impeccably true Are what always comes in my mind when I miss the way how I was raised! when I miss how I was always saved from the rage of my Dad by you your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue" Yeah! Those words were impeccably true! Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!