Poetic Version- Grandmaa

connotation of birth detected in the eyes of two ladies
a piece of writing devoted to their souls

the starting point begins with my granny, my mom's mother
peace-loving with simplicity lived her life as an angel
taste of affection being closer to her perceive
she remained conclusive throughout her life

childhood memories hit so hard when I remembered her
in the summer holidays, I have gone to stay at her house
waked up early every morning, freshening up and the day begins
being a lover of tea, sipped tea and went to the garden

played for 2 hours along with my brother
returned home and ate tasty Indian bread
again evening went to the park, getting pocket money from her
brew ice cream shake was a routine till the time we stay in her home

next comes a second lady, my ancestor, my father's mom
being a blessing towards her children stays beside in every position
made our childhood striking stories, before the independence
and nights full of reciting old songs

getting a ten rupees in the evening to eat a packet of chips or child stuff
eating ice cola in the sunny season still, I evoked
sharing the same room in the night, going to school early morning
excused given to mom of stomach ache, a reality made by her by letting me sleep

granting to all these, my lord makes them ecstatic in could nine
every word of them is milestone build up in life
memorizing old stories made today refreshed
still, their words are a road to a rewarding life