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MY GRANDPA AND HIS STICK

My Grandpa and His Stick

He is no more to say here, but
his stick is there at the corner
It is strong and good as
my sweet old man
Who took my family as a team
his courage and love still has it’s beam

Though he was buried in the earth
his soul and love leads my family still
His stick guards my home from ill
from all polluting evils

It comes everyday in our use
Of course as my lovely grandpa, it helps
Any thing which is having lovely values
should be kept as treasure of our wealth

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN INDIAN ENGLISPOET

— SAKTHEEE2007, Jul 09, 2007

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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

Welcome to neopoet

and a fine, tender effort! A little shakey on the rhyme and meter, but I think that might be language comfort more than anything. Warm sentiments here, hearfelt and sincere. An excellent piece. Mark
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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

I'm Glad ...

to see you are posting here. your simple truths, those I know are hard to pen, are by you well revealed. Thanx, Chuck
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SAKTHEEE2007

18 years 11 months ago

THANK YOU GRAND PA

DEAR SIR, SHALL I CALL YOU AS GRANDPA CAUSE I LOST MY GRANDPA AT MY EARLY AGE I COULD NOT RECOLLECT EVEN HIS FACE TOO
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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

To SR, sir:

I here thank you for your reply to the comment here within of mine. As far as what you call me, as to my own grandpa I have fond memory, and your calling me grandpa is quite fine. I feel honored, Chuck, aka Grandpa PS: What would you like for me to call you?
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SAKTHEEE2007

18 years 10 months ago

THANK YOU GRAND PA

LOVE It is a hot summer there is no water in the streams .only dried grasses were found Though it is thick forest the sun’s attracity iwas very cruel. They are slowly comming in search of water. due to their long walk both of them were too tired.I na along distance a little pond seemed as a heaven to them. They slowly walked and reached that pond. Unfortunately the quantity of water in the pond is too least and insufficient for the both. Male and female were both inserted their mouths in the water surface seconds ran as minutes and hours. both of them were died due to thirst. the water in the pond is enough to one either male or female but the both of them pretended as drinking water .but didn’t do that. due to acute thirst both of them were dead. Here the both male and female loved each verymuch adn each thought that the other would drinkthewater.to satisfy the other both pretended insted of drinking. ,their death establishes the depth of love here the male and female are deers of the forest. TRUE LOVE ALWAYS EXPECTS OTHER’S SATISFACTION DEAR GRAND PA HERE ANOTHER STORY HAS BEEN SENT TO YOU FOR READING I HOP THAT IAM NOT GIVING ANY DISTRUBANCES SAKTHI