Portrait br Rema Prasanna br br br Oh! Grandmother, you did not live up to br Envisage the hand prints of a high tech era br Not even a television, the collective br Co product of one multihued world br Believed and feared snapshots br Would recede the span of life br Not even stood for one flawless picture br For me to keep aside br br Oh! Grandmother, you walked past on the line of life br Leaving me to enlighten my inner vision to direct br A paint brush to create a memoir for you br A portrait, to place on the centre hall of our br Ancestral home, where you lived life in full br Incessantly radiating happiness br Poised forever, there inside that br Gilded frame, a lineage entranced in full br Ages and eras not enough to portrait br You in a picture frame however I place it as the br Treasured reminiscence of your lifebr br Rema Prasanaabr br