Grand Ma

 My dearest friend, my grandmother, passed away,

Left me forlorn, forsaken, forgotten, to this day,

Rebelling, revolting, I thought of an ingenious plan,

I’d call her spirit, and have her explain if she can!

 I entered noiselessly, the eerily silent Graveyard,

 I put my head for a moment on the tomb stone-hard;

I pleaded “Oh granny, I miss you, so will you materialize?

Give a glimpse, so I know you’re there, try to empathize!”

Suddenly from the under-world, I heard a loud rumble,

As if rocks and boulders were rolling down in a tumble,

As if the coffins were opening, and the rusty hinges were grating,

As if skeletons were rushing to be released, tired of waiting.

I saw a translucent light emanate from the grave,

It was an unreal ethereal sight, only for the brave!

A transparent cobweb appeared, which formed into a figure,

It appeared first as a speck, but gradually became bigger.

 It materialized into my Granny, the same smile she had,

 She asked me why I was so angry, why I was sad,

It was my own darling grand ma, she had the same voice.

She said she had no plausible option, she had no choice.

I did not want her to leave and go, I begged her to stay,

But she gradually fizzled out, became faint, then faded away.

The grave yard looked sullen and grim, a sad, hapless place.

May I ne’er have to come back here, with God’s munificent grace!