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My Grandchildren


Love them.


grandchildrenHeard a song in the garden .
It was so soft without any burden.

The song flowed down the aisle
and through the windows in a sail.

Pushing the curtains little and peeping
found my grand-daughter singing

Knowing, my presence would make her halt
stood with tempered feelings behind the slot.

Our own children made us responsible. .
but their children grant us pleasures invisible

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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