Grandma
--
If you are dead,
You can touch the God.
When ammachi dead,
We all were sad.
Ammachi's daughter was crying a lot
We prayed for ammachi
To come back once again.
She was beautiful
She was kept in a box
She wears a red saree
I think, in my heart
She is alive still.
-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem