At Old Age Home Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In an old age home, a tale of a young girl unfolds,
her eyes filled with tears and her heartache untold.
Her parents kept it clandestine and held their lips tight,
Until the school took the students to the old age home site.

The sky came crushing down, when she discovered her grandma,
sitting quietly and praying, all alone in dilemma.
For years, they'd been living in their own worlds totally unaware,
One in the old age home, and one in despair.

The girl's emotions overflowed like a stream,
When she saw her grandmother's eyes, like a fading gleam.
She was too young to understand, how grandma reached here
Nothing could console her, grief, pain, sorrow and fear.

Her parents, busy and driven by their strife,
Could hardly care for her dear grandma's life.
But now, the truth was unveiled, crystal clear,
And it pierced her heart, instilling deep fear.

How could they let her suffer, all alone,
In the confines of the old age home?
The girl's love for her grandma surged in full,
As she embraced her in an eternal pull.

With every touch, she felt the love so deep,
A bond restored, a promise to keep.
Through tears and whispers, they shared their embrace,
A newfound connection, in this sacred place.

The old age home, once filled with muted sound,
Now echoed laughter, as love was found.
For in the midst of loneliness and decay,
A granddaughter's love, like a sun's warm ray.