SERVING MY GRANDFATHER
Dr Bhajan Singh, Sydney (Australia), Formerly Professor & Head, Deptt of Chemistry, Guru Nanak Dev University, Amritsar (India)
I can’t lie still in my pram, with so active world around me,
Buses and cars are running a marathon which I generally see.
My grandfather is seventy-nine fondly pushing my pram,
For my first birthday next week, booking a cake with jam.
Outside on the footpath and while crossing busy roads, (1941-2023)
It is my elderly grandfather who has to push-care my load.
When trembles his skinny frail legs, he bends over my pram.
Its handle serves a stout stick, firm enough though sham
.
This terrain is hilly and bumpy to tire a senescent very soon,
For a grizzled, spectacled-grandy this handle proves a boon.
Reclining on my buggy, Grandy trudges more than a mile.
My pram is really my grand’s walking stick of its own style.
This at once struck me that I am helping my old grand-father,
Visibly, by pushing me to drive my pram, he really helps me.
Only about a year more, I shall be his talkative stick alive,
We shall walk and talk together, no more pram for him to drive.
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