The Person I Belong To

The person I belong to,

Is my grandmother's brow.

Little brown and grey brows,

Looking always for me.

Whether it's Holi or Diwali,

Because I am the only one;

To cook for her sweet laughter.

Recreate old memories-

The delicious recipes of all.

Her white hair are the one,

Looking for me to get coloured young.

Wrinkled face to twinkle like blue stars,

Pale yellow cheeks to get coloured pink.

Yes I am the one she is looking for-

Dry lips to dazzle orange and darker red,

Green eyes to get greenish and greenish,

Brow to get coloured just like indigo;

Life to again shine like rainbow.