My Grandma

By Garima Misra

I fondly call her Aai

learning the lessons of Ikigai

Her wrinkled skin, soulful eyes it's brightness still intact

she is as beautiful as a hibiscus and that's the fact

She is like the magnificent moon

her blessings feel like God's boon

She is the flower spreading the fragrance of positivity and the nectar of knowledge

these things will never be taught at college

Despite facing difficulties

she is a gem in the family

She is religious and loves to pray

she has so many qualities and what to say

She is like the waterfall which gushes down all the negativity

like the flowing river we all pray for her longevity

By Garima Misra