My Grand Son Poem by Subramanian Ram

My dear Abhiraam.
I am mani thatha
I was restless 6years carrying you in my heart
I learnt joyfull bliss you clinging on my stomach
I removed anger out my dear Sheehan(peaceful)
As you grow your teeth
I will lose my teeth
As you grow your hairs
I will lose my hairs
But as you grow in wisdom
I will become wiser
As you learn to memorise everything
I will learn to forget everything
As you grow up to my shoulder
I assure you to make it stronger
As I will need it the most.
I am yet to know who am I
Neither I know who are you
As you start the search
As I get tired of the search
I only can bless you
To get to know dear wiser
To where and from where
To do what and to undo what
You and I come here and go.