Ode on My Granny She is an octogenarian old la |

Ode on My Granny She is an octogenarian old lady, With old thoughts and old body. Her words are never ends; She used to talk on family or friends, Or village or valley and epic or elusion. Oh! My Nanny is a Queen of solution! One day on hot summer - Two modern gentlemen rural doer Asks for motels or hotels for food She is good; said no hotels no food. Again she says; Son I have food, if you should? (They ) Glad to heard, promised they soon should. Oh! My Nanny is a sound of gramophone. With unheard pathetic and Joly song; Epics and stories with a moral vision; She ought to taught me in apex ambition; Though unheard I heard; My Granny's tongue! Oh! My Nanny is a music zone! Her eyes are slight and less sight. She can't recognize me but my (sound of) bike, Tear's in her eyes, when I visit, She knows my sound than my light; She is happy to heard me, wish to improve, Oh! My Nanny, Oh! My Granny you are superb. B. Bhusan Ode on My Granny

Ode on My Granny She is an octogenarian old la

B.Bhusan