Those breezy mornings when I run I stiffle a sniff and move for the kill But then an octagenarian stops me
And scolds me for being too fast.
With all reverence, I obey him And then realization hits me He has grandkids to play with But my grandparents are far away
So ohh grandpa, where are you?
You willingly ate the horrendous chappatis I cooked You were the Santa of my childhood You read the kiddish poems I wrote
With deep relish and glee.
Those chappatis have become perfect now And the poems have a slight elegance But our worlds are far far away
So oh grandpa where are you?
En route to the bus stop I meet a septagenarian couple Who smile and talk like you grandpa I converse with them out of nostalgia Their eyes well up when I leave And mine are lost in a tearful sea
But still grandpa, where are you?
My nights are spent lamenting your loss And days in forgetting it You pampered me with all thy love And all your affection was showered On this fragile little heart
So, oh grandpa where are you?
I keep your pictures tucked away Locked in old cases Scared I am from the oncoming emmotional rush
Which empty me and take my soul away.
So oh, grandpa where are you? Maybe with my old grandma
Do tell her I miss her too….