NO CHANCE TO PAY BACK

NO CHANCE TO PAY BACK
P.K.ROUTRAY

A grandmother from mother’s side or father’s side,
I remember them with love and fond memory of a child.
Mother gives love but with strict administration,
Grandmother gives love with no administration but only with affection.
This is reflection and recollection of mine as a child,
On my both grandmothers’ when I remember with hazy memory to guide.
“When I wanted protection from my mother’s cane,
I ran to her for sure shelter from her daughter in law’s bane.
Against my mother’s will if I wanted to do something,
My grandmother was the instrument I used to bring.
I used to beat her, ride on her and put my various demand,
She usually got my punishment if she didn’t fulfil to my command.
But I surprised to see my big mother being afraid of her,
So sweet, so caring, how could my wicked mother she could administer.
I suspected she loved more my father,
At times to protect my father she used to fire my mother.
I saw my father looking humble and timid,
when he met my mother’s mother who was never strict and rigid.
But to me father looked towering and tough,
If I did something at my sweet wills she used to become very rough.
Once I saw both father and mother crying like me,
as my grandmother didn’t wake up me to see.
I wanted go to her, to ride over her shoulder, to awaken her, to sit on her lap and in her nose to put my finger,
But I was not allowed to go near her how cruel were the people stopping me in having fun with my grandmother.
After the incident I didn’t know where she was taken from the scene,
I looked at her empty bed daily with pathetic heart as she was never seen.
I had seen mother praying god when I suffered from fever
I also prayed god for her But God didn’t favour”
How sweet were they for me?
Hey god!!! I want return to my childhood so that to them I can again see.
At this age I intently feel that I remained much grateful to them,
but I am not repaid a pie for their love and care, whom can I blame ?
Supposing they would have been their today,
I would have carried them on my shoulder to all places, they say.
If the science in ingenuity of man,
to call back past and dead whenever we can.
I shall call my both grandmothers first,
to pat them, to caress them, till my breath does last.