Got
up early in d’ morning,
an
early riser, by habit
mumbling a romantic song
went round d’ garden, a bit
A
real jovial stride,
to select most appealing flower
the gorgeous one of d’ day,
a precious gift for her
My
grandpa chose flower,
best one of d' garden,
plucked
with utmost care
brought to drawing room,
grabbed
in thumb and index
patiently
waited for her
my
pretty grand mom's
arrival, in drawing room
She
came, he blushed,
with
a glance of d’ bride,
d’ dashing bridegroom
Offered d’ delicate flower,
in proposing posture,
assumed young and smart
yet unsure to spell out,
the exotic feelings,
mushroomed
in his heart
Lastly gathered courage,
uttered d' words, “Its for u,
only
for you my dear"
"I
love you so much,
love from core of my heart,
missed u since years"
"You're so sweet, vibrant too,
come away with me,
to
a place far from here"
"We‘ll
marry, be my wife
build a house, stay together
no
one can bother"
"I’m
already married to u"
d' usual reply of every day,
With
a smile grandpa told
"How
nice, is it so?,
u truly love this genius boy!"
Its a precious moment,
a smile
flickered in smiley face,
eyes depicted ample satiety
Every
morning, I eagerly wait,
for
same drama, to be enacted
just to have a glimpse of it
For him, each
morning,
a
different morning,
he’s
a fresh romantic person
avidly
waits to meet grandma
his
cute lady love,
no
chance ever taken
current
facts fully forgotten
his
Alzheimer’s creates,
d' funny episodes of,
these
melodrama situations
Climax
of the drama,
most
enjoyable to watch,
recent
past faded from mind
peak of a pleasing moment
in
life of family members,
nothing
else, be of its kind
Doesn’t
know who is he
young or old, where’s his home
young or old, where’s his home
who
his own, who’s outsider
From
where he has come from,
what’s
his goal in life
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