Your dad a good swimmer, so what?
Dad an ace rower, but you got
The warmth for water from thatha
No doubt in that, my cute Shasta!
What a rush in the sky, my moon!
When embarks the grand monsoon!
Dense dark clouds with heavy sounds
Like tuskers in thousands
Push and dash out in great hurry
Going where and why, my worry,
Eyes opened, near a window I stood
Stunned like you, my kid.
And when the pachyderms
Poured through their trunks
Gallons and gallons of water,
I used to watch clapping hands
What a thrill, my grand daughter!
Your parents’ passion for ocean and sky
Woods and hills will take you high
Remember then my love for Nature
And compassion for every creature.
That made your thatha dance in rounds
Ignoring his inner wounds.