Grandfather By dweep Sarkar Poem by Dweep Sarkar

Grandfather
dweep sarkar

There is an old mango tree in my yard
It is shaking like my old grandfather.

When the winter of Magh
slipping in with a whisper
like an unauthorized lover
to the door and enters
My aged grandfather stood
in a tree-tike pose
quivering through and through.

Now my grandfather is gone—
but the mango tree is remains

When the mango tree quivers in winter,
I miss my grandfather

How beautifully my grandfather's white beard was swaying in the trembling of the mango tree!

I think, my grandfather is still alive.