Flashback Friday #7 – A Poem for My Grandma

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In the special corner of my heart

My Grandma you reside,

And you will always live there

Till my heart beats beside;

The blanket of your love

I feel blessed to grew up under,

Reason my childhood memories are so beautiful

Because you are the part of them I ponder;

Even though you lost your father

At such an early age of two,

But you still learned all the family values

And ingrained them in me too;

Grandma, I am yet to find

A calm, sensible and learned person as you are,

If I manage to inculcate just a bit of you

In life I would go really far;

You are so modern for your age

And understand the generation gaps so well,

Makes me wonder are you really that old

Or it’s just your wrinkled skin and gray hair create an illusionary tale;

I remember when every adult used to scold us kids

For making ruckus in the house and noise,

“Adults forget they used to do the same themselves”

You always whispered softly never once raising your voice;

When my school notes used to go missing as usual

Grandma, you were my friend in crime,

Helped me secretly in preparing my notes again

Always saved me from mommy’s time;

I loved my summer vacations more

Just because I could spend more time with you,

For learning, drawing, reading, writing

And sometimes flying kites too;

Listening invaluable life’s lessons

While sleeping in your lap,

I have learned so much from you

I can’t ever repay or even keep a tab;

Like, money is surely important in life

And one must earn in abundance,

But never take wrong short cuts for it

Just believe in your skills and keep your patience;

Like, this world is full of different characters

Everyone in their own way right,

Don’t burn yourself trying to keep everyone happy

Let some weird ones go and keep your close knit tight;

Grandma, can’t imagine my life without you

I feel dreaded to even think about anything wrong,

But I am sure your blessings will always shine on me

And in my smallest of success you will always sing your melodious song;

And I say again, in the special corner of my heart

My Grandma you reside,

And you will always live there

Till my heart beats beside;

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Show me the proof asked the stupidest…

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the stupidest of all

demanded to present the proof

that

the Indian bravest

actually infiltrated

and

carried out the strikes

in the heart of the enemy

my grandma whispered in my ear

to tell the stupidest of all

that

he is breathing in the free air

for decades

is the

proof enough