The dull sky said it all!
When he escaped death,
For the second time in a row,
But now, the day had arrived
When the God came from heaven
To take his soul!
But no! no! I wouldn’t let go!

I griped his hand so tight,
Gasping every moment
“Grandfather! Please fight!
I know you are a warrior
And wouldn’t let go,
When you faced all the pain,
With a smirk and a glow!
When you didn’t let me cry
While you were about to die
When you gave us wisdom,
When we were facing,
Those dark nights!
I know u want to live!
To live along with me
And watch my children
Calling you, “Great grandfather!
Here is he!””

My grandpa simply smiled,
Trying to speak with all his might
“Dear Miloni! You are the priest
In this world of devilish freaks,
Now when the God has come to fetch me!
Why don’t you set me free!?
Ill always watch you from the stars,
And bless you from the heaven,
And make you feel that acquaintance,
That we always shared!
Now wipe these ugly tears,
And give me a big smile,
Because I don’t want to watch you cry,
When you bid me this final good bye!”

“No grandfather! No grandfather
You will never die
Rather you will be immortal
For the rest of my life!”