Das Mighty !

As a kid I always awaited

My granddad’s homecoming

Senile though looked young

Chiseled looks, salt and peppered hair

‘’A carnival!’’, every time he came home

 Sitting on his lap, I asked, ‘what is power?’

 All he’d to say was it was humongous

For me to get the literal sense

Though it can either be detrimental or otherwise

Godly one shall feel!

Out of all the bedtime stories he’d narrated to me

He quickly recollected it

To tell that, Power may be like –

You are Zeus of Greek Mythology!

I was awed, my mouth wide open

Still I couldn’t get an abstract of what power was

As I grew, that feeling intrigued me

More and more

As many years ticked away,

My inquisitiveness leaped by scores

Tempest in my mind, wild enough

Borne out of my childhood

The very old question consumed me whole

That question ain’t ephemeral

Volatile for my mind to rack it any more

Involuntarily I found myself running to

My granddad to ask it yet again

But after a due course of ten long years

He still looked not a day older

From the time I met him last

He grinned and said aloud,

‘’I knew you’d turn back to me about that!’’

I nodded grinning back

He quickly reached to his shirt pocket

Handed me an antique Pen

It was all unambiguous and clear

I realized what he’d hinted on

"A Pen holds the utmost power!"

Writings of all forms‘d set uproars

Ones that even swords couldn’t!

Years later, I’m in all praise of him

He ain’t any more!

But that priceless piece of mind

Helped me go long way

Now I advice and preach it to all

All the sparks that writings ’ve created

Bringing out a revolution all over

Thinking deep, putting it down in words

Now I consider myself the Powerful one!

The mighty colossal Beast of all!