Here’s my last in this series of Grand Odes, this one is for my maternal grandfather. The man that he was, I wish I could have had some more time with him.
With a stepmother
It wasn’t easy to step further
Two red chillies, water and rice
For you to survive did it suffice
You were young
You were unsung
Opportunity knocked
You rocked
Those who had mocked
Were so shocked
You took the steamer
You were not a dreamer
You did well
In your dwell
You made a fortune
Yet not a prune
If not for the war
You would have probably been a czar
An avid reader
With the knowledge of a lawyer
Made your son-in-laws awe
Of what they saw
Your letters maybe of the past
But its nice that they still last
With your only son dead
Little did you dread
Chennai, Iraq, Bangalore, Bombay
You never got lost on your way
Your rare anger
Others felt the danger
Your pointed ears
Were enough for others’ fears
Dhoti or pant
You walked vigilant
The walks on the beach
Were so in your reach
A lot of naturopathy
You got through a lot till eighty
Mom read
You were dead
I took my first flight
Oh! What a plight
Her saree got wet
It was not sweat
I was two
I peed my way to see you
Realism wins in the end. 🙂 He sounds like an interesting man. Shame you didn’t have more time together.
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Well if only immortality was a real thing
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