GRANDFATHER <br /> <br />He was an old man, like a frail, weather- <br />beaten deciduous tree, <br />Bereft of leaves, tottering down our garden <br />path, stick in hand; <br />On a lonely winter afternoon, both sunny <br />and bright. <br />Surrounded by fragrance of seasonal flowers, <br />And radiant-colored butterfly wings - <br />Doing their hip-hop dance between those <br />garden flowers! <br />It was picture-shot of a life-time, <br />Which remains etched in my memory, - <br />Of a grandfather who loved us all! <br /> <br />Now it is spring once more, <br />And the trees wear their fresh apparel <br />of green, <br />As I see my little grandson running after <br />a squirrel, <br />That jumped up the garden tree, <br />next to the wall; <br />Which my grandfather had once planted, <br />Now grown tall! <br />Some day my grandson too shall see me, <br />Tottering down the garden path, <br />Like some frail, old deciduous tree, <br />Sitting in this rocking chair! <br />When I too shall become etched in his <br />memory, <br />With time's fall! <br /> <br /> -Raj Nandy <br /> New Delhi <br /> 12 Jan 08<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandfather-4/
