My Grandmother’s Hands

By K. Monalisa

A vacation is ready to give a

Astounding invitation from my grandmother’s house

Travelling through meters and miles

Carrying tons of smiles

Pleasant fragrance in the house

Is gallivanting around my nose

When I am fed up with the situations

And my grandmother is ready with her medications

Her consolement always

Improves my contentment

Her congenial lap is ready

For a forty winks

Her enthralling stories are enough

To remove all my worries

She is impregnable to make me stout

With her delicious and delighted food. … .

By K. Monalisa