( 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)
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