When I was of eleven years of old.
I lost my grandpa who was for me more than gold.
'Be bold grand daughter ', always he told.
Never by him I was scold.
Once he demanded to me,
"When you will become mature , get me with you to the world tour".
But now he is no more.😞😞
I always pray to God that give me my grandpa back.
I am ready for that any exam to crack.
Tears were in my grandpa eyes
when he dies.
But soon after seeing me they disappears like rime.
And in that case I am also mime.
His dream remained incomplete.
I met with defeat.
Now I cannot argue with it
and I have to admit it.😩😩
©indubutola
D