Beautiful hot summers
Of mangoes and holidays
Days gone by
Vetiver roots in the earthen pots
Refreshing and quenching thirsts
Late noon snacks of a low income child
Grandma makes him his favourite dish
Sliced tomatoes with sprinkled sugar
At 3 he relishes those as a delicacy
He is at the verandah
Amongst the wooden pillars
4 , rounded unpainted
Often during the rains his house would tumble
Termites, those hideous creatures
Grandma pawns her ear rings
Gold, for a mere 500 rupees.
Contractor uncle repairs his house
He knew, he is not rich
He is a child, he sees his granny
He is happy, she is his all
His mom visits, yearly
Sends granny money to live
He has grown to not seek wealth
He was never a dreamer either
He hurts his head, walks off the pain
His fault, though so young
He knows it will pass
He has grown up, he has been around
He still relishes his favourite dish
Today he made it again
Sliced tomatoes with sprinkled sugar
He can afford more, but he loves his granny.
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