Endearment

In my thatched house On the gloomy passage Towards the altar I sketch your fairy face With that dimple On your chin! And it's not Moon Moonlight it reflects from the Sun. Your mozzarella fingers Holding an unvarnished flower. My zigzag road full of pitfalls & thorns, Please do not get frightened of my upheaval And I give you my feeble shaky hand As a suppliant for a piroutte! *Dedication to my deceased Grandson 'Prabashwara' who bid Goodbye two days ago, I am sure that your lonely resting place full of fireflies and no darkness at all! May you rest in peace my darling son and I give you a little shout on & off! Your poor Grandma gave her kind regards too.