April 5, 2013
Around the World with Grandpa
My Grand Dad took me round the world, we travelled far and wide
Exploring several places without a tourist guide
From snow kissed mountains that we scaled to Rocky Mountains high
I soaked up all the sounds and sights which money can not buy
Like Phileas Fogg we went around from one place to the next
And learnt of different cultures which got me quite perplexed
And while we moved from place to place my Grandad spoke a lot
About human diversity which sure was food for thought
Some cities caught me unawares and some just freaked me out
While some exuded poetry – Of that I have no doubt
While California Dreamin far from the maddening crowd
I saw a landscape beautiful – diverse and well endowed
We trekked the Mighty Andes well off the tourist trail
While Grand Dad did impress me with every small detail
Journeying through these townships I learnt about their past
And Grandpa had the answer to every question asked
In Petra near the pink hewn rock, I dreamt of Indy Jones
While Grandpa tried to tell me there was history in those stones
In Venice on the Gondola I heard the prisoners’ sighs
Though when we went to Ibiza I had to close my eyes
On Anatolian crossroads we travelled time in Troy
And when we were in Russia we watched the famed Bolshoi
The time I spent in Africa I never will forget
I loved the Crimson-clad Maasai and Bushmen whom we met
The killing fields in Phnom Penh sent shivers down my spine
Like Buchenwald, Khmer rouge and the Mason-Dixon Line
The Big Five on Serengeti who roam the endless plains
Live in perfect harmony unlike some with more brains
The lights in Shanghai beckoned while we sailed the Great Yangzi
Our tummies were quite tough and we were Delhi belly free
We fed the gentle pandas and fell for Ho Chi Minh
Attempts at Sumo wrestling made my gracious Grandpa grin
Apart from showing me the world my Grand Dad made me see
That Human beings from all over connected to one tree
God’s paintbrush was at work I'm sure in each mind-blowing scene
Some places were enchanting - breath-taking and pristine
I miss those awesome trips we took when I was six years old
There's no way I would trade them for Platinum or gold
For every day at 4:15 when it was time for tea
I’d get my Oxford Atlas which my Grandma bought for me
I’d point to any random place I felt I’d like to see
Cape Town, Capri or Kodialbail or far off Tennessee
And soon I’d be transported to some strange exotic land
With captivating beaches and no fear of getting tanned
We didn’t need no passports and didn’t stand in queues
Couldn’t Parlez-vous in francais but we had fun in Toulouse
We didn’t make Grandpa’s wallet weep or care about jetlag
And didn’t have aching muscles or a heavy travel bag
Every day before each trip I’d sit on Grandpa’s lap
A memory I cherish - of which I have no snap
My Grandpa, born in Karkal now lies in Kalpali
The greatest armchair traveller the world would ever see.
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