Its now three nights past,
me turning four.
I hardly knew what happened later,
and my sweet granny was on the ventilator.
She lived strong,
even at the stupendous sixty.
My dad turned restless,
be it day or night.
The doctors said,
"Its too hard to settle things".
Many were those ailments and tender wounds,
that her body bore.
She hid all that pain,
and kept me happy even at the worst times.
She forgot those knee cramples she suffered,
when she ran behind me to feed.
Mom spent hours in front of the idol,
Wishing a speedy recovery.
But i never knew what would happen,
for those granny memories that haunted me.
I felt proud,
few days back.
I punched the stout big granny on her chest,
yet she masked her pain to keep me happy.
Now that punch,
is what gazes my sight.
ashamed, I am,
for all that i did.
Now for the doctors pamper,
granny turned fit.
I leapt four to five,
From my place to the hospital ward.
One tight hug,
and a flood of tears, I drained.
Tears rolled down granny's cheeks,
but i knew, they were seeing me happy. #PSM
Copyright © MAHESH PETHAKAMSETTY | Year Posted 2015