Then And Now

Then And Now

P K Routray

Tearing apart

the core of my heart

come out sighs of grief

cursing the time, the cruel thief

robbibg me of my golden days

leaving behind only memories to dream and  gaze.

Cherish I a childhood passion

with my grandma, the evening session

to listen to a story from  the lip of grand mother

from king, queen, common man to ghost ghouls and monster.

Being certain of her strength, authority and wisdom

the touch of her soft warm body drove away  fear awesome..

Thus then the pitch darkness, the howling of jackals from village crematory

could not frighten a child’s heart to listen to a ghost and ghoul’s story.

Now our grandkids weep to watch cartoons on tv screens under well-lit illumination.

My novice brain tells, my grandma’s tales were more educative and had superior mission.

Her tales were handed down over generations to condition a tender brain

nurtured by the strokes of love from a person, our hearts till death who does reign.

The case is similar to the foods with varying nourishing power of nutrient

one cooked by the mother with love and the other from the commercial restaurant.