My Granny
My Granny
Couldn't relate that you are no more,
Rather than anyone, I want you a lot more.
You know 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.