My Grandmother

Serene and white as Snow 

Gazing at the world with her undefiled eyes of purity

Shuts her pain swiftly and laughs when situation demands

Mirroring her heart through her watery eyes

Keeps ordering and adjusting the things with detailed sincerity 

Dreams with a genuine hope 

Anticipating her life after death in the 'home of lord '

Looks after her grandchildren with love 

Sharing the bits of her meal 

Makes a house a Home 

The lines on her forehead vents the unpredictable ordeals of life 

Yet accepts them with a welcoming
 heart 

And silently does her duties draping the veil of honesty 

In search of unconditional love .