Rugged Blue Cap

( For the parents who are “Grand”, our Grandparents)

I stood counting the grains of sand,

As the wind kept adding more,

A blink's sleep to my eye,

Came in nature's furious furore,

Howling loud,

Gulping throughout,

Notorious monster,

That smirking cloud.

A little leaf trembling,

Fallen off her mother,

Held by a pebble,

A friend to one another,

The lazy sand,

Swirled all over,

Broke a wheel,

A tent, kettle and a tumbler.

An old rugged blue cap,

Was stomped, yet it dared,

To reach its master,

Lost somewhere,

"Wait", I hear someone call,

Emerged from the gust,

Bravery in its form small,

He strongly said, "I must".

"I must get the cap",

Racing against the wind,

In an unlimited lap,

That determined mind,

I called him aloud and asked,

Why do you brave this gale?

"It belongs to my Grandpa,

Sitting there paralysed and pale."

"He always got me my candy,

All better he was when"

A year of silence,

Passed through me then,

The sand, wind and its fury,

Touched by his innocent love,returned,
But Grandpa continued staring above.

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)