Ayansh - Prince of St. Gallen

Ayansh - Prince of St. Gallen
P Gaan
P K Routray
(1)

Prince of St. Gallen, how do you do,
We see you in picture only, not the real you.
When you will come to India to show your sweet face,
We look forward anxiously to have a glance of your grace.
Don't know if you will address us in sweet Odia dialect,
Or you will call us grandpa and grandma in German accent.
Wherever you be, whatever you do, always keep the flag high,
of our family which by blessing of my grandma has come up so nigh
the acme of honour and dignity, so to say humbly,
you will carry it forward to further height oneday, I feel, surely.
Your father is a scientist, you must be a super one,
invent something unique to help the race human.
You may not be a billionaire sitting on heap of riches,
but may God bless you to serve the humanity and reign in minds of masses.
(2)

A grand papa is crying for his grandson,
across seven seas in st gallen since when he was born.
Blessings from his core of heart comes flowing,
boundaries of knowledge, age, ego and status overthrowing.
His grandmother was illiterate from an undeveloped corner of the globe,
in her tone this elite grandpapa cries for her love.
The tear of joy, pang of separation and tone of love,
do not change whether you belong to a place at the bottom of an ocean or heaven above.
The electronic miracle of video chatting can never match the real visual,
since to excel over the charm of opera the cine scenes however brilliant it may always fumbles.
A grand papa remembers his grandmother with fond memory and tear,
her love and care and sweetness as a child whatever he can remember.
Born in an illiterate and family poverty stricken,
He attributes to the love and blessings of his grand mama for becoming whatever he has been.
Now his blessings are tinged with his cherished desires from his longing and emotion,
It will certainly inspire and inculcate a spirit in Ayansh to march on.
A grand papa hopes his unfulfilled dreams to be fulfilled by his grandson,
Those which he aspired because of circumstances, providence and time could not be done.
In the poem he has expressed his blessings and aspirations,
each letter from his pen is replete with deep thought and intense human emotion.
He must be imagining the scripting of time spanning over
the birth of a girl, his grandmother to
to the birth of Ayansh’s granddaughter.
the culture, life style, social status and society always see a sea change,
But the real love, emotion and human values with its divine qualities do never derange?
Hey Ayansh! You have all the blessings of your grandfather,
I bless you to rise to his expectation so that his wounds of life to his soul does never torture.
He is also passing on the blessings of his grandmother to you,
which he cherished most in life as it is from a clean heart untouched by modern hue.