Granny New Friend Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Granny new friend

It had been my pleasure
To endure
Friendship from many readers
Who alter on turned as my admirers

God only knows
But I go
With my simple knowledge
And experience of an age

I called her granny
In the sense of addressing her as grand mummy
Exactly with same kind face
I used to enjoy in child age

This face is full of innocence
With mixture of love's essence
Anybody shall feel kind touch
And dream about an effort to reach

You have mother Theresa's compassion
As if love flows through no relation
Your smile makes all that difference
I can make it out and feel at once

That in looks itself one is impressed
The quality stands assessed
She is seen as doyen of love and kindness
I call her granny with influence under her elegance