THE LONELY CHILD

The beautiful child

Wants to play with

Grandfather and grandmother,

The sooner parents

Take away the child

And keeps in a closed room.

It is time for his eating,

He started crying, and

When he finds he is away

From his loved ones,

Tears coming down

His tender cheeks, and

With his feeble body

He cannot resist and

Falls asleep,

Like a lonely person

Out of sibling ring.

 

 

Sometimes, the elderly persons,

 

Grandmother and Grandfather

 

Do not carry the child

 

And go to bed, differently and silently.

 

 

LOVE OF A GRANDMOTHER

When mother is away on duty,

When baby son is left at home,

When the world needs caring for the infant,

The grandmother becomes beloved one,

She comes and gives bath to her grandson,

Who then soundly sleeps after bottled milk-feeding.

The caring grandmother stays for several hours,

As if she is like a lesson for loving her grandson,

She loves all - her husband, her son, her daughter-in-law,

She does it all the time, today and tomorrow,

Since she came in the family, and remains as guardian,

Emotionally and profoundly she does her duty.

She does not work for money,

She wants peace in the family,

She likes to love and be loved by all,

Yet she is alone as confusion runs inside,

As if she is the blue sky with gentle trust,

That all members do not understand.

She is like a crown upon family-mirror,

Its image does hold no reflections,

She is like a running figure, none can think about,

Sea wave cannot be measured, she is like that,

She is an ordinary woman, a simple housewife,

She likes to embrace pathos for her loved one.

HAPPY SMILING OF GRANDSON

With sweet smile,

The baby stands in love of

Grandmother, happy invention.

She smiles

In her happiness

Behind grandson’s smiling.

Sparkling smiling

Of baby grandson

Drapes across her countenance.

Love of grandmother,

To get her grandson

In sweet smiles, everlasting.  

GRANDMOTHER IN LONELINESS

She is grandmother

She knows the worth of baby grandson,

Sometime she is feeling like a picked up flower,

That comes in her mind in bubble moves.

She now is living without him,

Far away to look after her ailing mother.

She feels loneliness, and takes notice of her feeling,

That is reeling under awful rainstorm,

When she sits alone after performing duty for mother,

She thinks of the baby, whom she loves most,

As if she joins hands to pick grass roots of her love,

A frozen lake sends silent voice in grief and pain. 

Taking her time to telephonic talks with his son

Who sends, in long intervals, messages of her sweet grandson,

That is not her sensation of joy, but a short cut

To reach curious looks of naughty grandchild

Who was once her lap when his son and daughter-in-law

Went out of home, and she was glad to look after the baby.

From the dance of baby interfering in her lap,

She sees her dream in glittering of bay’s toothless smiles,

She smiles with him, cuddling deeply with kisses and hugging,

And she does not know computer uses, and

Cannot share in web video sharing with the baby, yet over life,

More blessings she prays for grandson’s smiling all the time.

THE MISTAKE OF A GRANDMA

She is now a new grandmother, and

In the form of newness of sea change,

Neither her daughter-in-law, nor her son,

Does know for the time being

What feeling she is bearing to the new comer.

She rises up to be generous to all,

Yet none to share her dream,

As her daughter-in-law is service holder,

A proud mother of present time culture,

The middle aged mother feels the pain,

When new mother is away from home,

Leaving behind the new born to grandma.

And grandma thinks of the past

Of her son, how deeply and carefully

She nourished, being always at home,

Minute to minute she took quiet look,

It is like silent shore to know and to hear,

The wave and the sound of the new sea,

And thus she made her son adult

With love, and now he becomes a father,

And does not feel the share of his mother,

Who once as young mother loved him more,

And in little mistake, if she does now

To her grandson, she feels the angry score.

Grandma knows how to make one baby

Happy and smiling in cherished mood

Born in a baby, and she acts in that way,

And when his son and daughter-in-law

Return home, they show displeasure

To her, as if she does not know child caring.

Things are painful to her,

And she plays like a slave to her son,

Who is changed in the wave of newness,

That comes from huge printed book guides,

She feels like snow to live in frozen tears,

Dreaming for a country where she has no son or grandson.

PROUD GRANDMOTHER

She has to declare, she is proud

Of being new grandmother, the new way,

She enters a new world with great meaning,

On life’s journey in the share and care

Of someone new with little limbs, breathing,

Like flower of legacy, in the bright morning,

She is walking with little loving presentation,

With which she is presenting the human gift,

Grabbing prime of love, with her hands

Filled with new descendant, gentle touch.

Her beautiful eye brows glow with smile,

With proud smiling, lifting the grand baby

Towards the world to feel greetings of love,

Moving all time in her bosom, to hold happy smiling,

She has to declare she has interfered with

Creation of a generation, we are driving all for that.   

GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDSON

Great love it is and all scenes of blooming

Of love in the window view of varying shades,

Grandmother looks at her grandson, and thinks,

“You are my good breathing in ground source,

You are my soul of expectation for my credence,”

The baby looks at deep sequence looking upright,

His tender limbs and innocent eyes catch promises.

She is witness of three generations –

Her father-in-law, husband, and grandson,

Three roses on the same origin, delightful,                                   

She gets three colors of love, after leaving parents,

The flow that does charm in the stream of family,

That gives birth and starts profile of lives,

That she is getting great promises of ancestry.

                                                                                                                       

The baby in his new looks gets comfort,

In caring lap of grandmother, definitely firm,

And looks at her eyes in askance, so bright,

And grandmother finds loving campaign

That has full and amazed feeling in baby’s eyes,

He is the promise of the future and everything

That life has a dream in celebrating new coming,

It is recognition of loving thrust to go with the sun. 

EVENING SHADOW OF HER SKY

She is the lover as lover’s design,

She lives with husband, neither lover nor a loved one,

She lives in great surprise of tracing life,

She is one of vibrant waves, quality of loving heart.

She wants to see the earth at lava eruption,

She wants to see bottom of the sea,

She is moving in the dream of happiness,

She does not see evening shadow of her sky.

She is skillful caring her grandchild,

She says she is in service of everyone’s needs,

She flows with daily wages, as no work no pay,

She is also a mother, a wife, she is owner of her family.

She says she has duty as a domestic help,

This family needs it, as all members are busy and talkative,

She thinks she is industrious grandmother, like bee,

To protect her grandson who is a baby, in need of caring.

She hopes her evening days will go out,

She looks nothing, yet cool in upward vision of peace,

All she does scrolling with life struggle,

With beautiful eyes she sees infinite rays of love and life.

ONE GRANDMOTHER’S TEARS

What she says, in tears of anxiety, is shocking to me,

It is not mystery, it is not simple, difficult to understand, 

She says she is first a mother and then a grandmother, 

She is fortune to the family,

Yet she is ignored, as she is an old woman,

And she is ignored as if she is a family burden,

She endures the blame with happy smiles,

And she does not ignore any duty,

Even if she is unable to perform it,

She does it, working is her pattern of life,
An itching effect comes deep into her tattered mind, 
The condemnation comes more from her daughter-in-law,
Than that of her son, who remains silent all time,

And she tries to discard works of mother-in-law.

The new grandmother who is the architect of her house,

Feels the heat when his son does not pay any heed

To the questions and motivation that his mother takes,

For the benefit of the family, and then

He quarrels with mother

And his mother is silent crusader for her deeds,
Her son did not behave so earlier that he is doing now.

She thinks, her son has been turned to a silver screen to reflect wife,

Who plays a great role to make things critical,

And always thinks about life of the pattern

That she had enjoyed in her parent’s house,

This new bride has no sympathy and confession to this family.

The grandmother thinks her mirror is depicting

Her image that is shadowed by the wishes of God,

And she has had to shed tears till she is alive in this family.