With My Grandpa
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I go to the back yard
and sit under the guava tree
that stands like a giant
since when I don't know
I see my grandpa
working in the patch of
land picking weeds and
sowing saplings in furrows
I cut soil for him
with a spade for the water
to reach their roots and
he smiles and pats my back
the tree doesn't bear
fruits anymore and its
branches are dead and hang
like trunks of elephants
I miss my grandpa
his toothless smiles as
he climbs the wall around
the well to draw water
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