Grandpa! Your walking stick knows how many pebbles that you hit?
But the pebbles never hit you on your walkover.
*Some unsophisticated friends are like that.
The child who calls you Grandpa has an artless, genuine charm that is delightful to behold. Ten for both of you. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very funny, Nimal. And again, the haiku form comes to mind as I read it - haiku with wit, perhaps. Wonderful, original poetry. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥