Grandpa Poem by Fazli Sameer

I still remember,
Grandpa taking me by
the hand and telling me tales;
in that rickshaw that moved on
two weary feet of an old man who
was so strong; to run along the streets
of Colombo through dust, rain and storms;
contributing to the seeds of my learning, that was
to grow into whatever I have given to life thus far; that
keeps me motivated, pushing me forward, achieving, on and on.

(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia,2007)