Her Wrinkle Face Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She was the only one in family
Elderly person with clear vision and noble quality
We all addressed her as “granny” with respect
She would never scold us for naughty acts

She will hide and keep for us as something
Even though we have plenty in house but it is special thing
She may come to us slowly with tremendous love
We will rush to her for chocolates that she may give

“Papa, don’t allow nine nine (grandma) to go away” we will insist
Let her remain with us and we shall make her walk on the way
Take her for morning stroll and evening walk
In this way she will feel happier and talk

The children have special liking for old persons
They are always kind and show enormous love with reasons
She has whole of garden before her in the form of lovely children
That makes her fully contended and miss no loneliness even

She may be almost ninety or more
Yet so much energy and will power is in store
Always praying most of the time with good faith
Not at all worrying about the approaching death

I learnt great deal her with practical lessons
She had troubled life in early stage and lived as helpless person
Then also she did not loose hope and kept us in her strong fold
We were her live hope and dear ones in the entire world

I won’t forget her when she will be gone
Though nothing more is left to be done
Her contribution and presence is like beacon to us
We pray almighty for her log life with full trust

Parents are after all one step ahead and plan for future
Not only for them selves but small kids and all for sure
They do not tire out easily as we do in our young age
As it is thrust upon them to rear us and ably manage

I salute her not because of her age or elderly person
But the way she has survived to see grandsons
May be second generation before her eyes to witness
Watch if you can minutely the beautiful shine on her wrinkled face