My Grandparents
MY GRANDPARENTS
I'm lucky
That with God's grace,
I enjoy the privilege
To have with me
My loving grandparents.
At forty three
Sixteen my son
When I suffer from deep nostalgia,
Long long back
I could memorise
A pair of benevolent faces
With smiling panacea.
With their affectionate hands
They fed, groomed
And brought me up,
Spent nights sleepless
Caring watchful and
Comforting me in their lap.
Ate exactly spent frugally
And minimum they wore,
But bought me tasty food
Nice clothes with happiness from the core.
Intensity of wrinkles
Growing deep with time
On their faces fine,
Can speak volumes about
Sacrificing their youth
For betterment of mine.
Owing a great deal
With honour I bow,
My dear grandparents
Very old you're though.
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