I Remember-3 Poem by Indira Renganathan

5.That house
With a Rangoon Creeper at the gate
With a stone bench at the porch
With a big swing in the hall...

Grand pa asked me for buttermilk
I fetched from mom so quick
He was holding the swing chain
As I gave him the buttermilk
Lo! ! ! why did he fall down..?

Grand pa didn't answer
Like a shooed crow soared
I was three years old then
Hate buttermilk since then

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6. This house
With stone steps from the street
With clients like a filled class room
In and out the porch to meet the vakil...

Inside that house a Nightingale
Just readying me to join school
My beautiful kind mom
Wasn't for 1st standard but
Let us four join 2nd standard straight

I was six years old then
Still reminiscing those days often


Note: That house was my maternal grandpa's.This house was my paternal grandpa's.

My mother was a very good singer that she was conferred the title 'Nightingale' by her school and she became a good musician later