Purity Of Mind Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

On one pretty
Friday
At about 9pm
Following
Two holidays
The next days
Being Saturday
And Sunday
A happy week end.

Intervening
Into my office
My grand-kids
Dorothy and Ronav
Hatching up a plan
Informed me-
"Dado...! (Grand-Pa)
Someone's waiting
Waiting for you
At the gate
Why...?
Can't you listen?
Listen to the call-bell
Still hanging there
See, at the gate! "

I, finding none
Got back
A little bit bothered.
Shortly thereafter
Clapping the kids
Smiling
And laughing
Dancing
And singing
In jingle with
The actions
Whistling
In strokes with
Their wording
"Ullu banaya
Burra Muzza Yayya"
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Be-fooling
For pleasure sake!

Indulging again
In my office files
I ignored.
The fury and fume
Knew no bounds
Blowing up
Into a storm
Facing with alone
An aggressive
Shooting at me
Of a series of bullets
Of typical questions.

"Dado...? "
Shouted both
In one voice.
"Yes, please...! "
Responded I
In a dignified way.
"Do you have time...? "
They inquired.
"Why not my dear
Sweet ones...? "
Very affectionately
Placing my files aside
Counter questioned I.

"No, Dadu, no
Don't lie down
You h've no time
For no one bothers
Bothers to listen to
Or to play with us
No game...! Why...? "
Complaining-
All that they held.

"Good enough...! "
Announced Ronav.
"We aren't going
Going to sleep
Tonight...!
In that bed-room
Bed-room of ours
Papa, your moonu (son)
Being away from city
Mom doesn't have time
Time for us
Since, she isn't free
Free from her tuition.
And you must know...? "
Interrogated Dorothy
Disclosing her mind.

"O! I see...! So you..."
Gesturing like I exclaimed!
"Can I be of any help...? "
Missing no chance
Nodding their heads
Firmly confirmed
Indulgence
Further declaring
"Yes, we wou'd sleep
With you tonight
Telling, you something
That you don't know
Okay...?
With some complaints
Wou'd like to listening
To the stories from you
Of a quality kind
True ones, but, not untrue? "

Thereafter, the dinner
Shifted, we soon
To the bed-room
Taking
Easy positions
On the bed
Under the quilts.

Reminding-
Me about, Time and again
I turned on to a story
Story of their choice.
"Once upon a time
Together
Used to live a King
And his fairy Queen
Of the heavens
In their Titanic Palace
Huge and gorgeous
Adjacent
To the green gardens
A gust of wind
Spreading
Heavenly fragrance
Aroma and odour
Soothing gently-
‘Om...
Shanti! Shanti! Shanti! '
O' God...
Peace! Peace! Peace!
And by the time
A Princess and a Prince
Two lovely kids are born
Like you both
Cute and lovely
Both being
So sweet so divine..."

At the point-
I couldn't notice
As to when...?
They did go in sleep
Running through
The fairy tales
It was next morn late
When they got up
Inquiring about-
What happened next...?

Forgetting
The childre
All about their grumbles
Grouses and complaints
So much so inclined
By the innocence
And purity of their minds.

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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.