Grandfather & I Poem, by UJJAL MANDAL, at My poetic side

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!

Author: UJJAL MANDAL (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: October 24th, 2023 02:36
Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to my elder brother's daughter Priyangshi[Misti] who is 7 months now.
Category: Special occasion
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Grandfather & I

Ujjal Mandal

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