So it's your day,
but you are away,
and I m alone,
I miss you my grandchildren,
I miss your command to leave my desktop,
as you want yo play a game on it,
and you want to read kids' poems on it.
I am missing your naught,
everything is at it's place,
my glasses are here,
my pen is here,
my books are here,
my wife is with me,
what should I look for,
how to kill the time!
the only missing thing
are you sweet hearts!
~Everything's at its place, still the void is felt strongly... Grandchildren are more loved than one's own children, how meaningful these old sayings are: Asal se sood piyara... This is soulfully written...thumbs up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who do not miss grandchildren, especially in this age of split families. As some wag said (he must be money/interest loving man) , one loves his son/daughter as the principal, and grandchildren as the interest!