Twenty years back on this day my first grand daughter was born to me . I wrote Arid Land
P.R.Ramachander
the first time granpa
of the Angel wrote on 13th June
2000 :-
My
mind was a lush green field.
Waving
and chirping to the world,
“I am
happy and happy,
Because
of my kids,
Who
are the nectar and ambrosia,
For
all my time to come.”
But
one day, the little birds flew,
Out
of the nest of my house,
For
destinations unknown.
My
mind became an arid land,
Then
came an angel,
With
a captivating smile,
With
a cooing sweet little sounds,
“I am
thine ,granpa,”
She
sang and sang,
And
made my cheeks,
Wet
with her lovely kisses divine.
“I am
thine but not thine,
And I
am the rain maker of love.”
She
cooed with her magical smile,
Yes,
little dear, I nodded my weary head,
The
tons of happiness, that you had brought,
In
this little while, in this arid land,
Will
make it wet, for all time to come.
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