The light monsoon rain
sings a lullaby so sweet
Tasha falls into a slumber
and smiles in her dreams.
Note: Tasha is my granddaughter, just three months old, born in the furnace-hot Chennai, on her first ever visit to Kerala, The God's Own Country. And it was monsoon season here.
Thank you, dear beloved poet. To be a grandfather is being born again!
Congratulations dear Unni for becoming a grand father who can live long relishing on the smiles of the tender
Its really a lullaby, a prelude to all lullabies that are safe in the golden shelf of your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful : ) Thanks for sharing x
Thank you Jayne. It is a pleasure reading your note
Grateful to, Jayne. It is a truly wonderful experience to be a grandparent