THE TREASURES OF TOMORROW
His new face had it all
New, not because he was just born
New, because I had seen it for the first time
First time because I had never seen such a weary face of his
He hails from the past when the Britishers ruled
Enjoys the present with us, and,
Has the willingness to face the future
From the time when,
He walked on the dusty roads
Till the time when,
Posh cars race each other
Loads of experience flowing out
It is all in the form of instances
It describes the cautions ought to be taken in life
It narrates stories still denied by science,
Of which they were
the eye witness
He has witnessed the days of struggle
So much that,
The mind thinks twice before the face can afford a smile
Still wearing one of those khaki kurtas
The odd one in the group
With shoulders drooped
Not drooped with hardships
But drooped with the drastic changes in the world
Drooped with the lack of respect
He was none other than my grandfather.
