The grandma, the aged and ailing grandma <br />But cheerful always <br />When she sees the little children <br />Of her near and dear ones <br />In such good friendships. <br /> <br />The little girl the good friend <br />Asks a tricky question <br />Grandma, are you fond of beauty parlor? <br />To make your grayish hair in such beauty <br />The silver hair in such polished color. <br /> <br />An innocent question it was <br />The little one's mind in such clarity <br />Where no place to tricky questions <br />In fact it was a genuine question she asked. <br /> <br />She smiled with the same emotion <br />And told the little one in truth <br />I had having such a bright and long hair <br />In my youthful period it was black <br />And in this old age it became grayish <br />A natural phenomenon indeed <br />Where in creation no place for a beauty parlor <br />All creations consists of beauty, the wise thinks.<br /><br />Gangadharan nair Pulingat..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wise-6/
