An Ode to My Grandfather
Great are the sculptors, they chisel opuses bold
Plethora of artists, creations grey and gold,
Curved of potency, wisdom, a tender blend of ‘warm- cold’
Outshines the greatest delicacies the world beholds.
May not be a superhero in the limelight
But sets the world aglow in a moonless night.
And with a smile so tremendously bright
Spreads hope in my void with much delight:
“It’s going to be alright.”
A gentle soul, an epitome of purity,
Unwavering respect for his beloved and children’s individuality.
Who moulded fame, honour, dignity through infinite pains and serendipity,
Such holy grace ought to be from the imperishable divinity.