Special Entity

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Nothing to compare with grand mother As if some angel is living on earth for us to bother With little sweet in hand and running after children Falling on ground and again up to chase even Why has she been glorified? Her figure in family is very much magnified House may look ghost mansion As she is only one in house as symbol of unison She has before her full garden Son and in daughter-in -law with many children Each one trying to get close and shower The much needed love reserved for fewer I feel whole world in her lap I used to sleep sound with her tap I will slip away from worry land To go in oblivion known as dream land Why grandmas and granny's are so popular Even though their roles are not similar One is with children by right Other one has to make it by fight Children miss both in person They have close proximity with reasons Grandma is always there to concede demand Granny is painted by mother as special brand There is something special in their eyes Affection and love is in abundance and flies What she after all deserve to be counted? Not abused at all and forcefully hunted Now we witness total change They suffer and get ignored with the age Confined in home and feel as if in the cage Children and especially close ones shout at them with rage Many old age homes have come into being Not all the parents happily sing They have their horrified tale Happy here with no worry to pass or fail

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