Sweety And Granny Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Indeed they both are saliently alike
In look and in gestures more;
One is old by long hike
Of years, a half and four score,
The other, by days just as many



One is laden with the living game,
The other is a novice and callow:
The toothless smiles are the same -
But one is wrinkled and hollow
The other, a dimpled full bloom


Little sweety cannot choose,
And is feed on honey and lacto -cool;
Granny's freedom has no use:
Since she cannot chew and drool
Oddly they drivel alike on occasion


One stretches an intimate arm
To reach the thoughts and feelings fit;
While to grasp the things warm,
Opens the soft little clenched fist;
The mini halo encompasses the withered charm



Laden sap-less with a heavy back,
Unlike the little tender and unstable one,
The contented accomplisher is lost and slack,
And the rosy, chubby cradler awaits fun:
Each is at the extreme of the Line.