My grandfather clock

The Grand father clock

That was a grandfather clock,
framed of sturdy Mahogany,
the ancestral pride of five lineages,
with the golden colored pendulum,
ringing the stentorian chime,
Ding-dong, as majestic as the
Bell of Justice in Indian Court,
When the inmates were away,
how often the ding-dong
broke the eerie silence
of the ancient pillared house,
That was the Grandfather Clock,
a terror of alarm for the exam sitter,
for the local train commuter,
for my grandfather to feed the cow
a timely siren and stimulant to
scan the paper from top to the bottom.
That was the grandfather clock,
Shone like a prince by the broken
Cleavage a lengthy line on the wall,
by which lime and mud were falling,
That is the grandfather clock on which
Sits the wedding photo of
My son and daughter-in-law,
en emblem of eternity and bliss.