A little , little bright star
was born- sixteen years back
By
Raja Thatha
I retired in January 2000. And was eking out a boring existence , when one day , like a bolt from a blue , a phone call
came from our dear daughter and our dear Son-in-law .WE were informed that soon we would become grandpa
and grandma and our
daughter requested us to
come over to USA. Naturally we were thrilled and the usual preperations
for going to USA started. After a few months we did reach
the pretty urban pocket near Los Angeles called Irvine. We spent the next six
months there. In the month of june , one
night after 9 Pm my wife , my daughter and son in law went to hospital . As a father who loved my
daughter very, very much
, I could not sleep. Then around
12AM I started seeing a movie of the famous
French novel Hunchback of Notre dam .Even before I could see
the entire picture , A granddaughter was
born to us that night and as per
the wishes of our daughter she
was named Maithree (the friendship).. A grandpa
does not have any work in a home
where three ladies were
there and so I wrote a small
poem about my new granddaughter. Here
is an excerpt from that poem:-
There came on a fine morn ,
When all the world was dark ,
When a bright
little star was born,
Who like a sun lit
up the entire world.
That star though
called friendship ,
Did not smile but chose
to lit the world with her cry,
And to her pa , ma
and grandma who were by her side,
That cry was
sweeter than any music that they
have ever heard.
That little star
one day came to her home in a little green car ,
Which dazzled the
world due to luster of that little babe.
The little home of
her pa and ma , Was no more a home ,
But was the eden of
yore that got the Midas touch,
And with the
little star luster and shine
covered that entire
home .
With little
maithree in her crib,
The idiot box of
their home shed saltish tears
for ever,
Because all the beauty
they all ever wanted to see,
Was there in their
little baby’s frown.
The Veena which used to strum , was coated with dust,
For the cry of
their baby fine, was to all of them,
The sweetest song that
they ever have heard.
No more did bollywood’s
stars dance in their home,
From the videos
brought from neighboring Indian
stores,
For each and
every move of their little “Friendship”
Was to them the purest dance that ever was dreamt by Bharatha the great.
Sixteen years later
Days have changed
, my little little star .
Don’t you see
in the dreamy sparkle ,
Of this old
man’s sunken eyes,
Thine days of divine joyful future ,
Of those years
which are yet to come ,
When you as a
lovely lass would come,
With a stammer
and stutter along with your little friend
,
Of those days when
you would stupefy this earth ,
With your great
feats , which none of us ever dreamt,
When you
along with your chosen one ,
Would walk
the glorious paths of future,
With a reddish
tinge on your cheeks,
But my little , little one
, this tree has become old,
And all this that
this tree can do in future ,
Is to pray the
Great God and thank him ,
For making his
fading years bright ,
BY sending you ,
the brightest star that he ever saw,
And request that God
never ever to make,
A little drop of
tear fall from the eyes
of his own little
bright star.
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