By Ashok Suri
O, the company of a grandchild! A joy unparalleled -- There is nothing like this In the entire world… To see the little angel Sleep in the cradle with a doll, Crawl excitedly, Scribble cute lines on the wall, Move with nimble steps around the table, While you hold the soft little hand, Fearing the little lamb may fall. To have the sweet soul Ride on your shoulders, Play in your lap, Hold you back with all her might When you try to go out, And rush on all fours towards you When you come back. Play hide and seek, Guide and teach, Take the little one To school, park and beach. Weave each night new stories Of kings and queens, angels and fairies, Till your darling goes to sleep. O, it’s a delight! Pure bliss! Even angels come down on earth To relish this!
Ashok Suri is a retiree and is settled with his family in Mumbai. He tries to convey in simple words what he wants to say.
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