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.