My grandson
Has been watching us
Doing some sort of prayers
Daily at a fixed time
He has also seen that
Most of us reading
Contents from a book
One day morning
I was in the prayer room
And was chanting
Hymns from my memory
I saw him going here and there
But ensuring that
He made no disturbance to me
Nor he made any noise
He has observed earlier
That I got angry with people
Who raised their voices
When I was in prayer
After sometime
He returned to me
With a book
That had no connection
With the hymns
I was reciting
Threw it on my lap
And in a stern voice
Said
Read and just not recite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem