January 1, 2024
To My Granddaughter,
You came along,
Not like a song,
But as a self – defining river,
That makes its own way,
Through different terrains and ravines
With its rigor.
Fiercely individual,
You’re the distilled essence of two families.
When I look into your eyes,
That beautiful stretch of the limitless skies,
I can see the roots going back
To the majestic Himalayas and the Arabian Sea!
Rich heritage indeed!
I know that you would break new ground and show your motion
In your land of the Atlantic and the Pacific Ocean!
Prabhu Jha