Ten-Thousand hours is
What it takes they say.
Beethoven did it to perfect
His symphonies.
So did Picasso. Maybe,
Even Modiji.
I can't help but to think
About my grandmother.
Who lived for over a
Hundred years.
Her meticulous morning
Routine of sweeping
The front and the backyard.
And then the cattle-shed and
Disposing the cow-dung.
Her daily grind with the broom,
Would have crossed her
Ten thousand mark,
Long ago I suppose.
If her broom were a guitar,
She would have been
A bassist maybe with
The Pink Floyd.
If it were a paintbrush,
Maybe the Italian Renaissance
Would have spread around
My village.
And Thank God it wasn't
A potential weapon.
She would have fought
Alongside her mother to
Defeat the British Raj.
And sometimes when I
Overthink about the whole
Scenario, I can't help
But imagine that terrified
Face of Bruce Lee-
When he first heard about this
Bent-Torso-Straight-Leg
Broom-Sweep-Punch.
The one 'Ten-Thousand times'
Practiced move-
He wanted to be afraid of.