[My grand father expired when i was 2. Written at the age of 12.]
Grandpa grandpa where are you?
I want to come there and meet you.
I was very small when God took you.
Everyday since I keep remembering you.
Would we meet again,
Or wont we meet again?
The thought of this question,
Brings me to pain.
Don't you want to meet me,
Or are you always with me?
Don't you want to see me,
Or are you always watching me?
You always loved me,
Don't you love me now?
Or have you taken another birth,
And don't know me now?
The series of such questions extend till infinity,
But still I don't know your proximity.