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He’s active as quicksilver,
Ageless as the sun,
Agile as a stream,
And alert as a bird in springtime.
Holding eachother's hand,
We’d walk down the stream,
He’d hold me so close,
As if I could get lost-
As illusive as a dream—
When I was a runner,
As boisterous as the stormy seas,
He’d be as blunt as a hammer,
But calm as the summer sea.
I cherish those memories,
As candid as mirrors,
Don’t want to be thrasonical, -
But made me into a pearl.
Guided me to school,
Waited interminable hours,
To see my sunshine- face,
Told me many stories,
of gods and goddesses,
And made me inflexible granite rock,
As gracious as the morn,
And as regal as Juno.
Now he’s helpless,
Unstable as the wind,
Frail as a lily,
But inexhaustible as the deep blue sea,
Immaculate as an angel,
Steadfast in his devotion.
HES MY OTHER LOVE-MY GRANDPA
(I dedicate this poem to my Grandfather)
2-08-08
ANJALI SINHA
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