Some more poems...

Mother 🏡

Tugging at her sari, I hide behind

She smiles, reassuring

Telling me to go into my second shrine

I enter clueless, blinking amidst the unknown

She holds my hand, encouraging

Teaching me every verb and noun

I spill mil over my clothes

She drags me, gives me a good scolding

Wiping my tear, she washes off those

I leave my class, to go back home

He calls my name, smiling

Riding his bike the colour of chrome

I enter home, I plunge into her lap

She pats my back, loving

Singing a song as I take a short nap

Though I found a mother

in every one of them

There is nothing greater

than being my mom's greatest gem

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Grandfather 🌋

Fire in the mountain run, run, run

Fire in the mountain run, run, run

Opening his half-toothed mouth

He laughed and bellowed about

Running in circles around him

He fancied to my every whim

Hysterical laughter without a pause

"Black!" he said with no cause

Coloured black tiles and white

I hopped on it with all my might

Now, how much I wish I could see

But he is with thee

Fire in the mountain run, run, run

Fire in the mountain run, run, run

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These poems were part of my anthology titled "Spring Tides". A creative writing assignment done for my college course in December 2019.