AN IMMORTAL GLORIOUS SOUL POEM

   
                           An Immortal Glorious Soul      ( An Elegy written on my Grandmother's death)

A glorious soul had gone so farther!
That's no-one but my lovely grandmother.
She was covered with garlands &roses,
But I was in the bed of thorny bushes.
Persons in crowd to speak her fame,
There's no-one to call her pet name,
She'll  be shining as a star in the sky,
Says our mythology.
But I muddled to find her in star cluster
Oh! It's my apology,
The birds we feed;
The grains we seed;
The books we read;
The lanes we walked;
And the tales we talked;
Are all searching that glorious soul,
They never find that; but only howl.
The meadows are weeping at every morning,
Longing for you eternal love; they are mourning.
Who can tell me some parable stories?
That destroy my horrible nights and worries.
Forgive all my blunders,
And fill me with some wonders!
Appear in front of me at once,
I fail to save you; Oh! I'm a dunce.
Oh! My IMMORTAL GLORIOUS SOUL!
I'll accompany you  than to weep
But I have some promises to keep.
Still you are living in my heart;
Like the IMMORTAL ART.
                        -V.Ashabharathi