I listen to the chatters
And hollow smiles of the
Old men sitting in our verandah
And feel safe
I am in the sea of wisdom
Flowing to land on a shore
I cling to my grandpa's
Senile frame at night
In a cot under the sky
And feel safe
Against the deadly wind
Of adversity I have a
Mountain to give shelter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely write giving high reverence to old age and grandfathers...kudos...liked very much