The Great-Grandma Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Lying on the bed
In greatest pain!
The great-grandma,
The maternal one.
She lives in pain
At her bed,
No fun for her
And is calling God all day.
Silent one
The great-grandma,
Her son is my
Gold grandpa for old.
She lives on and on and we pity
Seeing her great pain.
Age 90
Of great-grandma.
May these sorrows of her
An opposite sight.
Turning to sorrow
Seeing her sorrow,
May in tomorrow
Live happily extremely she,
Under the blessings from God.