Ethereal dust sprinkled on thy eyes
The reason why it shine, twinkles so bright
Thy hands, soft and smooth, won’t give a fight
Longed to touch it, if time permits, or dies.
Is the night sky comparable to your gaze?
Never, not an inch, for in thy sight I see
My image, so feeble, ugly: wants to flee
What was left in me? Awe and amaze.
Lightning speed how time fleets
Chasing physical enchantment
What was left on her youthful gleam?
Wrinkled, dried face, which I lament.
In stillness of the night, kindness and beauty I crave
Grandmother, I missed you. Soon I’ll visit your grave.
21st of April 2012