On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March and the tree full of Mulberries.
Red, purple teasing from far, fetched a cane basket
Joyfully picked one, ate some while birds created racket.
Felt nostalgic on seeing in a bucket in the market.
Lying on a bed of ice covered with a guaze net.
Hawker beckoned, explained, delicate spoil early.
Sweet and sour as girls like am told, juicy and healthy.
Came back home with a bagful, took out in a bowl.
My granny used to make jam; now I eat them whole.
No longer alive; her toothless smile, bed time stories,
Ruddy wrinkled face, warm embrace, etched in memories...
mamtaji, granny and grandpa... they are the only assets to children...second only comes parents..........it was the culture of our nation, sad now they are thrown out like values from our lives... we know the warmth that we still cherish...........sad..really sad...........
The mulberries are reminiscent of your Granny and her kind and generous heart...lovely piece
toothless wrinkled beauty of the heart that love...every household has a reciepe handed down from the older generation..it gives us a chance to think of them...lovely memories..well written
Yeah mamta, memories are memories; what can one do of them? ? ? .....vo kagaz ki kashti vo baarish ka paani.....! Excellent creation, dear! ! !
I'm continously amazed at the felicity of your writes, their sure sense of progression and the way they are rounded off. This write evokes a wistful yearning for the old world charm without being hysterically sentimental about it.Very finely nuanced and delicately etched.
Dedicated tribute...., Thanks,10+
The visuals you describe are always so lively. You take us for a while into your world with your word play. It is always an experience reading your poetry Mamtaji.
Mamtaji, Thank you for sharing the beautiful sweet sour memories of Granny and Mulberries. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A bittersweet tribute. Wrinkles only enhance the beautiful faces of grandmothers. You are still feeling that warm embrace in the landscapes of your mind. Thank you for this touching write. Love, SandraX