Grandfathers are people;
the fathers of our fathers.
They love to tell stories
of our nations martyrs.
They have a habit of caring,
which can sometimes be embarrasing.
When some hurts us,
they give a good speech on not harassing.
My Dada Ji, as sweet as honey,
buys things for me all the time.
When my parents fight with me,
he stops them with a single line.
My dear sweet Dada,
I hope he lasts forever.
I will my family to too,
as it is said, the more, the merrier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine writing, dadaji, bless me,