Grandfather of Green Age

Pintu Mahakul

Oh my dear sweet grandpa, I never miss,

You are in my mind still you remember this.

Fifteen years happened you have passed away,

Still I hope you travel in peace in cosmic way.

 

I was going to fair with you counting number,

You were telling fable written in lovely umber.

Sitting in back to your seat in your olden car,

I was travelling with you so far dancing like gar.

 

Playing with you I was, you were singing for me,

I was murmuring behind you like a honey bee.

I was sleeping, while you were playing your flute,

You were very nice grandpa, our family’s root.

 

While you were playing tambourine, I was singing,

While you were singing, I was chanting and ringing.

Swinging in your lap I was dreaming for a season,

You had worn nice ring, I had not asked the reason.

 

On this Father’s Day, dear grandpa, I remember,

Paying tribute to you I am, as a family member.

In sweet dream you come, you have sweet dream,

My dear sweet grandpa, you get God’s light beam.

 

Copyright Pintu Mahakul, 17 June 2018. All rights reserved.

  • Author: Pintu Mahakul (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2018 09:23
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  • orchidee

    A lovely tribute Pintu.



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