Granny's Courtyard (Task-4)

In the days of winter,

Flew to the courtyard of granny,

Quenched the thirst for joy,

For soothing stressed nerves of cozy.

Cuddling into her arms,

Left index of worries aside,

Off to the new world,

Where syllables were smiling wide.

That evening we drank tea,

Mapped the curvy roads of Mundi,

Picked colors of the rainbow,

Holding a spirit of spunky.

Serving plethora of love,

Massaged the cold bones & veins,

Covered those black-white spots 

Wire my limbs enough to not drain.

It was a healing spot,

Painted walls with reminiscences,

Bit tangy and more of sweet,

Cheers to our bond of long distances.