My Grand Mother Great

No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Dear mother of my mother.

Your rice pot was always full
Feeding as many as they came
How could you and how did you
Wish I had learnt the art from you.

You were the purest of the pure
Clad in white with not a blot
Your lit face with the toothless smile
Could dispel the doubts in any mind.

You were strict, you were stern
You set your rules, you followed them
We dreaded the thought of displeasing you
But towed the line with full of love.

You could see, you could hear
You could walk, you could work
Even as you almost neared
A hundred years, a centurion!

But it was all but two years
You could not see, you were sad
You remembered all, your mind alert
But you were sad, you could not see.

You beseeched God: of your state
You asked him, where you had wronged
He couldn’t answer your fiery quest
But take you with him to his abode.

No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! My dear grandmother.

But before that day you had relaxed your rules.
Once when an outlander visited your home
You left in a huff, to purify yourself
In the holy city, on the festival of lights.

You touched the young, you gave them a pat
You did not mind if they fell on you
You hugged a nun, you allowed a nurse
You taught us in the end, all are same.

No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! Dear great grand mother!