Treasure Trove

by Dr. Jaipal Singh



She remained to me A friend, philosopher and guide Till she was alive And after her departure. She was very fond of me And often used to say - 'You are very much like mine'. She was my Grandma It's twenty years now She left for heavenly abode At the age of ninety-five. She was beautiful and suave Kind and forgiving Had a strong will power Loved to do justice to all Married around seventeen A devoted mother and grandmother To a family rather large. During her lifetime She transferred her fortune To her children and their children And a part of it For the needy and poor, But for an old rusted box In her cupboard She never allowed anyone To have an access to it Or even come close at all. Kith and kins Would always be curious And even suspicious Sure, mysterious box contains Priceless jewels, May be gold ornaments or coins Or even rare diamonds Mama hailed from a noble family, A royal blood after-all. Otherwise content and cheerful, Grandma would sometimes Become reclusive for days Apparently detached and sad And everyone else would assume She's in the usual blues of old age Except me with an intuition It had something to do With that old little box. Grandma's strict command was After her death Nobody should open that box And I should give it to the fire Along-with her body remains In her funeral pyre. Alas! but for kin's greed And their goddamn curiosity The box was later opened In the presence of sundry and all. All that it contained - A few childhood artifacts A worn out white hanky embroidered 'K' A faded letter from some unknown 'K' Besides a few old letters of Grandma Which were never dispatched at all. Everyone simply laughed And turned back away, but My anxiety and a bit curiosity Led to revelation of truth Enough to put me for long Gloomy and sad for her. It has been many years now The old rusted box 'Grandma's Treasure Trove' Lies still deep buried In my bungalow's backyard And reminds me of an old adage The true love is one That dies untold.

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05-Apr-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Depends if you are lucky in 'love' or 'cards'. Thanks, anyway, Kulbir saheb.

jairathore
04-May-2012 20:22 PM

Touching!

K for Kulbir?

Kulbir
04-May-2012 12:25 PM