A little , little bright star was born- sixteen years back
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.