My Grandpa and His Stick
My Grandpa and His Stick
He is no more to say here, but
his stick is there at the corner
It is strong and good as
my sweet old man
Who took my family as a team
his courage and love still has it's beam
Though he was buried in the earth
his soul and love leads my family still
His stick guards my home from ill
from all polluting evils
It comes everyday in our use
Of course as my lovely grandpa, it helps
Any thing which is having lovely values
should be kept as treasure of our wealth
March 25, 2007
Copyright © Sakthee Ravichandran | Year Posted 2007
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