Colonel Sahib

Pranat Kaur posted under Poetry



Grandpa,  as I have always known him Never speaks much yet his wrinkled eyes always tell His tales of resilience and pride  A young boy in  a suburban town Desired no farms, but be the audacious soldier with attires of green spread on his chest  and shiny brass atop his shoulders.  Under  the oil lamps he'd sit night and day,    put his fails behind him and his will ahead  And surely his years never went in vain   Because ,Colonel sahib then he became. 'Colonel sahib' or 'sahib'  they would call him All those years he waited to cherish those words  And even today my Grandma , force of habit calls  him 'sahib ji' after all these years Its funny with him for the older he gets younger he feels,  the placating smile never leaves  And though the face of youth is lost   But The heart is strong, humble and serene  For a true soldier still persists within ....   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!