Granny Rani’s, though in nineties,
As in nineteen, swings her body hither-thither,
No matter, upstairs or downstairs,
Acts she as an automobile fast.
Giving instructions to all in front
Revealing all the wrongs of theirs
No matter if position hold they high,
She is sure to suggest the right.
The actions, displayed
By her petite physique, determine not
That her eyes have witnessed
Wonders more than of decades nine.
That her eyes have witnessed
Wonders more than of decades nine.
The skeletal framework,
Housing her skinny lean body
With wrinkles of past tense
Guides youngsters
with
Gestures of do's and don’ts.
Gestures of do's and don’ts.
Now the poor granny Rani's
Picking sticks and stones from the ground
Flings them into the nearby pond
And claps she at the ripples formed.
Rejoices with loud laughter
As a babe of four or five,
As has vanished her reminiscence fully,
Alas! Oh! The Alzheimer’s visits her.
Tears flow to Rani's eyes
When she takes care special for granny;
Follows her where dear goes
To save granny from perils around,
As, the most, she loves her granny.
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Hari OM
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Thank you,Yamini.
DeleteEach line brought back memories of my grandma who has now left to a better place.Many times I feel it is not death that is scary, its old age.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Reshma.
DeleteVery sad.
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DeleteI hope the comment publishes this time. It's a beautiful and heartfelt poem Sarala.
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DeleteThis is a lovely piece of poetry. Nice post.
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ReplyDeleteExcellent poem which made me feel very sad for Granny Rani. Even though she is old, she is active and busy as a bee giving instructions and advice to every one in the house. She is child like, happy and derives great thrill in doing simple things which others ignore. She is independent and stands on her own legs without expecting help from others.
But the scene suddenly changes when she gets Alzhemeir"s. Very,very sad. This is what happens as we grow old. Our youthful energy and enthusiasm is replaced with pain and weakness.
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Deletetouching poem
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and so full of memories. A lovely tribute :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Amrit.
DeleteThis is very sad for me, having seen someone close and dear succumb to the terrible ravages of Alzheimer's disease. A very poignant poem...
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