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My Grandkid's Visit
my grandkid 's visit.
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my three year old grandson
visited me at last this sunday
for one night stay
after three long years-
a glowing kid with winsome laughter
rolling out music of a hurrying rivulet-
it was full of pleasing sunshine
that dispelled the darkness of loneliness
from our aged hearts-
the kid calling me 'thaththaa' in all sweetness
stole away my time
and in all righteousness enslaved me
and held captive to all his commands-
my limbs ached and mouth yawned wide
but no mercy shown by this cheerful tyrant-
'once again' 'once again' were his endless verdicts
and he tongue-tied me with visible love-
i was repeating hundred times his chosen task-
and he never tolerated slippage of any sort-
it was past midnight
yet he refused his bed-
more and more strident grew his voice
more and more too was his pleading insistence-
'o god, hurry the angel of sleep to my grandson'
as i stood helpless bereft of tricks to befool him -
when at last he slept on his own terms
showing semblance of mercy on a sweating soul-
o that night slept on me
with the veils of peace
dressing and decorating my heart!
s.chandra kalaadhar.
poem
by
Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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