Sarita Khullar
#AZatPP
#Day 15
#LetterO
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.
Old good days… Beautiful poem!💚
Thanks Pooja
Good old days… Nicely put ma’am
Thanks Kirti
Beautiful ma’am
Thanks Gowri
This is beautiful and poignant, ma’am. You have captured the bond between grandma and grandchildren so beautifully. 💚💚
Thanks Moonmoon
Yes Moonmoon,That is a special bond. Sometimes stronger than that of parents.
So poignant ma’am. It laments the loss of innocence as much as the loss of grandmother.
Thanks Moonmoon
Thanks Amrita
Beautiful.
Thanks Charulata
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.😍
Nice that my poem could remind you of your grandma. Actually the seeds sown by parents and grandparents manifest in us.
What a beautiful poem💚💚💚
Loved it ma’am.🥰💚
Thanks Sonali
I’m taken back to the days when we listened to our granny’s tales. Loved it👌
Nice that my poem could evoke childhood memories