Grand Pa. Grand Pa

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Grand pa, grand pa Child calls me by name "Grandpa, grandpa and came near" I looked back to find tears in his eyes She was looking and making searches She looked down to find But nothing emerged of any kind Again she raised head The sky was just blue with no end Was his world there? I shivered with fear She was definitely finding an answer I too was eager to know her I rushed to her and took to arm She was not puzzled but remained calm May be my mother calling me from top The sky has told me to stop here I looked with pure sentiments This was moment I searched innocence And love's presence Yes, your mom resides there She may call at any time here Just look at and wave hand She will make you friend again

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