My Granny

Couldn't relate that you are no more,

Rather than anyone, I want you a lot more.

You the most of me,

Your beloved is always me.

You oil my hair as gentle as breeze,

Your lap is the only place where I found ease.

You may not master the art of culinary,

But there is no contender

To beat your lullabies.

I always adore your child like innocence

That silvery grey hair,

Chubby pinkish cheeks,

Silky white unblemished skin,

Luscious lips, that jasmine garland

That adorned your bun

Indeed, you are an alluring ethereal beauty.

I always want you beside.