It Is My Joy Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am a grandfather of a naughty girl
When spends the time with my dear one
I forget the woes of life passed here
I forgets the past and lives for the present
A few moments of joy the great world gave
When she imitates little words from my tongue
She listens and tries to learn it slowly
Though she is a always busy with toys
The learning steps and ladders of life
The awaiting sound of her father's car horn
The plays are so pleasant and experience great
After all it is the life's great joy here.