Decree Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Born was she after grandsons—
His eldest son's two sons,
And darling daughter of a daughter,
In a desert as is cool water.

To a nearby garden one day
She was taken to play.
‘Play my child, whilst I relax here,
‘But don't go too far, Decree.

Decree, their friends were not quite clear,
Why on earth was she called Decree?
Someone volunteered, no, not decree,
You see, in Gujarat daughter is dikri.

Not quite, her grandma clarified,
Well, Okay there's nothing to hide,
To a college for a degree,
Was her mother sent, you see.

But what she brought home instead
Was this child, earning a higher grade!
Enough, enough of degree,
We all felt passing a decree!

And then on she was called decree,
Her Ma had earned MA degree.
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Humour | 40.02.2019 |