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 ….
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