Those black and white laughing skies,
closed their way buried as gray.
Forgot to see, his last stream to be a Bride.
Which he filled with his water for
forty years of his life.
It was the last month of the year,
when my grandpa took his departure,
without any notice without any leave,
he went on a holiday, straight to the grave.
Oh ! my dear, I had no pain nor had any tear.
I thought, I had no heart for my dears.
Why to cry? And why to be sorry ?
For the one who is no more !
Nor did my grandpa used to weep and cry.
Then why do we do such a crime.
No my grandpa, I will not cry nor will
I moan , as I know you met your destiny,
without any fear, without any tear.
For I miss you, as long as I breathe, and will
continue till the sea goes dry or my soul meets you.
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