Is she gorgeous?,
I am scared of her principles
In love with this gorgeous,
I am one of her disciples

Her hair is white,
Her heart is white

She is my grandmother, the gorgeous lady,
I call her the white hair lady

She, the sublime beauty of night,
The magical touch of moonlight

Our favorite work is to watch the farmers in the paddy field,
There we eat tamarind

At the end of the village the group of monkeys meet,
We are there with the Bullock cart to distract them
We shout next, next!,
The monkeys fall in the drain

With a hungry stomach we enter the home,
We play carrom

We cut vegetables and cook on the earthen stove,
We eat and feed the dove

This is the one chapter of so many,
Only with the white hair lady

© saipriya panda