Puthur Uduppu Chakunny : Appapan

                                                                 Written by Jibrael Jos 

First person I ever cried for

The day he passed away

My Grandfather was the best

Memories which linger and stay

Walking to the market

Barefoot just like him

Taking the cow to graze

Or to the stream to swim

Inspecting the fields

Learning to tie knots

He telling me about plants

And how things are bought

Evaluating tapiocas quality

Or freshness of fish

Different types of bananas

And tasting a perfect dish

Helping him in my little way

Was an excuse to be with him

Here was a man I aspired

To grow up just like him

I will ask him to tell

Of incidents long gone

Though I heard them many times

I would ask him to go on

Sitting on his chair,

Eating achh roti like him

Holding on to trinklets

Once used by him

Hug when we arrived

Tears when we did leave

Summer Holidays in Kerala

Taught me to give more than I recieve

He gifted me a hammer once

I held it with such pride

Some part of me is sculpted

I can feel him inside

Tears do well up when I think back

Of the love I did receive

How I wish I could hold his hand

And walk through green fields

A hardworking father and farmer

Who believed, God has a plan

All my sibling and cousins

Will vouch for this great man