Grandpa
In both hands,
Bags filled with greens,
Carrying them
Walking miles
Never once hesitating
My wise grandfather,
Never stolen through hard work,
Many household chores,
Like drying wheat after washing,
Weaving blankets with skill,
Crafting chosen beds,
Working on Sanskrit-English
Dictionary on a round table
Teaching a student Sanskrit
At home
Welcoming guests,
Performing Vedic evening rituals daily,
Reciting Sanskrit verses
In the morning,
Conducting Vedic havans on festivals,
As a priest, arranging ceremonies
Of joining many couples,
At night,
Often scratching his back and soles
With a comb, contentedly,
Yet, repeating Sanskrit lessons
Unmindfully,
Perhaps that's why
Couldn't grasp Sanskrit,
Today, contemplating in solitude,
How challenging it is
To be a grandfather.
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