An Elegy Written On The Death Of My Great Grandpa Poem by St Ajay Mev

O my great Grandpa, come back
This world distort me, inwardly and outwardly.
Passion, love, affection, money and care
Gave to a little child,
Never angered, any kind situation
Sympathy toward world and etiquette.

Where's your body, charm and deep love,
Like the dead, immovable and dark
A subtle ocean, volcano or well
Of grief, flowering into my heart.
Remembering childhood when so careful
Attraction toward the small parts of body,
Harmony, melody and chanted story
Boonig by you, disappeared in the land.

Of stories of chanted by you
Listen O nice people by strings of heart
Couldn't give too much love to Grandpa,
In the study, away from Him I lost
My life, my dreams, wit and wisdom
Perhaps He come back, touching feet
Getting heaven, joy, melody and love.