Saturday, April 14, 2012

NANA JI'S SHAVING CREAM

NANAJI’S SHAVING CREAM

Overlooking the garden on the verandah sits my Nanaji with his shaving kit,

Holding a concave mirror in front of him, I too sit.

Little shaving cream he squeezes out on his shaving brush,

On his cheeks he goes up and down, trush trush.

I say,” Nanaji, your face is full of snow.”

A blob he puts on my face and laughs ho! ho! ho!

Later Nanai splashes his face with after shave lotion,

I too get some and splash it on my face with same fashion.

Clean and smelling good my Nanaji looks so fine,

I rub my cheeks to his cheek and say, ”Nanaji you are all mine.”

2 comments:

  1. Lovely....I can so relate to this poem as my Nana also had the same shaving ritual !!
    Urmi directed me to this blog, you write beautifully :)

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  2. Thank you so much MJ I am happy you could relate to this poem.

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