• aashishkumarmakhija 33w

    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.
    Šaashishkumarmakhija