Last day in dream,
Holding grandma's arms, like a lad,
I reached a home 'Quadra-built' of gold
Opting the frontispiece I entered inside
Met a man with a smiling face
seated upon the fore-floor.
"Grandpa of father's grandpa"
Quoth thus grandma.
With single-bordered loin tucked round the waist
And sandal paste spot on forehead,
I saw an aura of kindliness.
A brightened smile on his much supple lips
A stalwart of six feet in oil-dark skin
Beckoned and held me he upon his bosom
kissed on my forehead and said:
"Grandpa was waiting for long
to see you my kid darling".
Came there, yet grandma another
with a face that was beaming with
the milk of a smile;
Cravingly taking me up
She showered kisses a lot
and quoth with her tear-laden eyes...
"Take care my son,
You offspring of the sixth legal heir
To vouchsafe the honour of home
And the name grandpa had made...
Born on an auspicious star,
You be the 'Son of the Land'.
Shuddering I woke up and
rushed to the ring of the phone.
A cheerful sweet word
from the homeland was heard!
"The girl gave birth to a boy"...
How could my grandma in dream
reach this desert far away?
Whose may be that quardra-built home
I saw in that dream on the wall of my mind?
Still resound all that I heard in that dream
May what my grandma said become true
May it be the will of the Lord.
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