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