Grandpa my grandpa,
why don't you reply?
Those were the words I asked him,
as he laid on the bed to die.
I was just a little girl,
and my childhood with him was snatched away.
Each tear of mine he said were his pearls,
but no one could stop me,
I was spending away.
Grandpa Grandpa,
won't you come back?
Grandpa grandpa,
can't we switch back?
Grandpa grandpa,
it coudn't have been a stroke or a heart attack.
Because Grandpa grandpa,
your heart was safe with me in my backpack.
Tears should have spilled down when I stood near your bed,
but all that I saw was you taking a rest.
I asked my mom why is grandpa playing dead?
To everyone I was a mere kid,
they couldn't have confessed.
Now grandpa I may be older,
and you may think as time passed I forgot you.
But as time passed I have'nt got any more bolder,
I still need a grandpa who I can tell everything to.
And I look at my friends,
with their own old grandpas.
And oh how happiness God sends.
Even if I wish for my grandpa to come back,
my dreams shall always remain pitch black.
Atleast I know that until the end I was always my grandpa's precious little lilac.
