Memories Of My Grandmother

From her lullaby I sleep

And wakes up with her prayers,

At the crack of dawn to see

The welcoming bright rising sun.

Getting down from the bed

Rubbing my yet sleepy eyes

I reach her to cuddle me for

My deficient sleep yet to complete.

She goes out caring me in her arms

To the garden for the fresh air and

The sweet aura of colorful flowers

Lips still busy in inaudible prayers.

She runs behind me throughout,

Holding a bowl and a spoon

And I roam pointlessly in the garden

Mouth still filled with yummy breakfast.

I join in the evening to the village temple

Only to see the gathering crowd and

Her voice soothing my ear and soul

For she has a gifted lovely tone.

While returning we get accompanied

By the village dogs, following us

Waging their tail to our door,

To get stale chapattis as treat

I still remember the lullabies

When I go for a deep sleep,

The singing sweet melodious voice

And wrinkled fingers waving my hair.

The alarm rings and wakes me up,

I see the sun peeping through the curtains

And my Grandmothers garlanded portrait

For she now stays in a divine world far from my reach.