When I stepped into this world, you were no more,
Destiny had deprived me from your love’s store,
My life without you seemed very dull,
I could only feel your existence through the photograph on the wall.
The photo was in black and white,
But it was enough to make my imaginations bright,
It told me how my grandma looked,
How beautiful and smart in a saree she stood.
The mark of vermillion and dot of red in the forehead,
Though appeared black, her story it said,
A necklace and earrings adorning her,
A white vanity bag gracing her shoulder.
The colour of her lipstick I could not guess,
It might be pink, maroon or red,
Her long hair was plaited behind her,
Her happiness for her children standing before her was clear.
Love and care protruded from her eyes,
Her personality showed that she didn’t tolerate any vice,
This photograph is very dear to me,
As it gives my grandmother her identity