Originally posted by: SWATHIPALAN
The Plight of a Grandma.
(Based on the poem,"Story Telling" from the internet)
Every night when Baby and Bablookutty are in bed
After both their little prayers have said
They shout for me to come to their room
And the stories of bedtime to resume
Mostly of Jodha and Jalal going to the war
Or Jalal killing the tiger with his kanjar
Always such stories of 'dvenchur!
And I must narrate them with patience
Answering umpteen odd koschuns
About how Mohan was killed by uncle Jalal
And how Jodha'kka, killed the 'nemy with masala
If in the story comes a prince
That he is a hero I must convince
And show how he fights dishyum dishyum
How the enemies he'd thus overcome!
And at last came to me a great relief
The TV serial ended to my utter disbelief
Then the kids started to throw tantrums
Since they'd become part of Jalal's fandom
While all my efforts to please them failed
They simply kept awake and wailed..
They would whisper, "Grandma, we want Jalal's story"
And once again I'd start telling his glory
Thus again starting the second innings
They'll listen to it always with interest and grinning.
When I got fed up with repeating the same
There appeared a new story in the Forum
It had all the twists and turns
That the kids would love to listen
The kids soon fell into the groove
Started to love Akbar and his Bahadur
All that happened in no time so to say
To my cheer and the kids chosen way
This continued for quite some time
When the kids loved the stories bedtime
Alas one day the story reached the final chapter
With the ending "And they lived happily ever after.."
The kids are happy about the end
But grandma misses all her friends
Both in the house and in the story author has penned!
KK.
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