My grandfather, after story.
So close was that man,
Who was so happy even in his 70s,
He had a dream which I had to fulfil,
Which then came in my top priorities.
But on a random day,
My mother was left with only tears to say,
When I saw his body was just a soulless mass,
As on a journey to heaven his soul was.
In heaven his soul was,
And all I could see next day,
Were everyone's tears,
And his ashes in brass.
That day, I cried rains,
When there was no more blood pumping,
Through my grandfather's veins.