Minu's Granny Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

With fair complexion and long braided hair

She was a model, tradition bound

A paragon, in all she did and found

From apparels to mantic mantra blare




Her six decades had gone away

When her amiable spouse died;

Since, draped herself in cotton, crimson dyed,

Distant, she sat citing maxims and obtuse say.

In dismay at all happenings in Nature;

Little Minu quite early came under

Her foster-care and ever clinging caress,

Intently following her in pleasure, pain and stress,

Absorbed in tales and concoctions in wonder

Till she out-grew 'granny' in size and stature






Casually, yet conventionally happened the marriage

And minu found a soft faced and cool analyst

Who, ever smiling, knew only to nod in gist

As he did with systems, projects or barrage;

Metamorphosed was the old soul boarding the flight;

Waving her hand and leaving her own land,

On a larger and strange soil she did stand,

Baffled and nervous, across the Seas, in delight





Time -lag is made up now, and granny

Has come out of the cocoon with changes new

Bobbed hair, tights and tops in chosen hue,

Bonnet, outfit and coated lips canny...!

A colurful portrait has replaced the Sepia one,

The happy grandchild is now amother;

And nobody has anything to bother

Smiling at eachother and railing at none.