Ujjal Mandal

Grandfather & I

I am Misti--, didn\'t get it?

Oh, Misti(sweetness) is my name,

My grandmother gave me that

Honor, I\'m too grateful.

I\'m going to 8 months

This November soon,

My limbs are

Not properly working now,

As a little bird fears to fly

Into the sky, below the mountain,

I am quite like that: I can\'t

Hold my legs sticked to ground.

My voice is like the groaning

Of the cloud you can hear but

Not to decode the meaning.

I want to speak with definite

Sense but my tongue

Slips, it reminds my age:

I\'m very delighted for having

Such a temple where mom, dad,

Grandfather, grandmother and uncles

(Mee too) all together.

O, grandfather! I\'m too little to climb

On your shoulder, I want to take

Repose there.

But don\'t worry grandpa, very soon

I\'ll grow up & I\'ll be there.

When I\'ll complete my two years,

Promise me: you\'d be my horse &

I\'ll take a ride on you.

Thinking so, much pleasure I\'m

Feeling with supreme verve:

But I can\'t make my words way.

Dear grandpa! when I grow up,

I\'ll go to the field to feed you:

The cool rice with water, onion,

Green chilli and boiled potato

I\'ll carry all in a pot on my

Little head.

When you consume the food,

I\'ll be busy catching the grasshoppers then,

how glad I\'d be!

I know you are all worried

About my unskilled thinking,

Of course, that should be!

But you all have forgot one thing:

I\'m the MUSE of my dearest uncle!