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Old Wives Tales

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Old soul still believes in the stories,

That grandma in the childhood told,

 My heart still has ample room for

Goblins,monsters and knights bold.

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Beyond the clouds existed a world.

Where angels and fairies resided,

Sorrow and pain couldn’t enter that space,

Grandma’s tales had thus described.

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I could fancy colourful gardens,

With birds and beasts of myriad hues,

Dancing ans Singing blissful lays divine,

Living on the clouds’ soft fluffy floor .

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Often childish fancy took me there,

Even when my  grandma was no more,

But mom told me she went to live,

Herself in that place of bliss for sure.

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I missed her every dark night,

Felt disappointed  and quite sore.

Why didn’t she take me along ,

Didn’t she love me anymore ?

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Alas! I grew up too soon  to find,

An airless space exists and extends ,

To galaxies, planets, stars and beyond,

Thus knowledge my cherished fancy ends.

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  1. Oh Sarita M’am you made me reminisce about my own Grandma. Such a versatile story teller she was, if she was still alive she would be a star in the Writers and Readers Room.
    Thanks for this. Brought happy memories back for me.😍

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Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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