Sandy Arabian sea shore
friendly waves
unmindful fishermen
scattered sea shells
of various sizes,
different hues
lovely patterns
Myself and my grand daughter
walked hand in hand
Now and then
she shouted
'see here, what a lovely shell!'
'See there,another shell!'
and collected in a small bag
soon filled the bag
"I want to show it to my
great granny"
who passed away recently,
who loved her deeply,
who lived her last days
only for her
A big lump in my throat.
"Oh! She has become a star"
"Alright,I'll take it to the open terrace of our house
and keep it there.
She will see my lovely collection from there"
I stunned.
Her Love,
innocence
openness
Let them live long in her.
குறிப்பு: பெரிம்மா எழுதியது. சேமிப்புக்காக இங்கு.
