grandfather

He loved poetry, 

Whose meaning was a mystery. 

As long as there is an enimity, 

You will remain in my poetry. 

You never Re-tried a dress, 

Very kind to address. 

You were a person of cleanliness, 

Experiencing loneliness. 

Never I gave you admirance, 

Sorry for my ignorance. 

You never made someone sad in your life, 

But made everyone sad with you alive. 

Believing that you are with me... 

I take a leave..