Friday 7 June 2019

Magic of grandmother;s touch









A letter to GOD to rewind the memories of the grandmother.I  know a very special person, she is always on my mind,
All the things we used to share are left far far behind.
She was the one who carried me first,
Her love was unique from lust.

Since many years, she has watched me grow,
teaching me everything, which i need to know,
Grandma was so special in every way,
making me smile each day.

She listened to every word i said,
she reacted to what i spoke in vain,
she taught me how to calm in pain,
she used to say, do not take rest
In society, always try to give your best.

Always bow down in front of GOD,
because God's love no one can afford.
we know the importance of love and warmth of her
because we are just other for other and everything for her.
  
We all cousins used to fight to stay 
Her words are only enough to play.
She used to accompany with us history.
used to tell us mother's childhood story.

she used to meet us after a long
as she is living in HongKong.
Activeness and humbleness was part of her trait,
to be responsible always used to make her great.

Her all words and sayings are in my mind,
it helps me to do the memories rewind. 
Her life was beautiful by her kind deeds,
She was always a helping hand for other's need.

Why cant she come back,,why cant she stay?

she has left us all and gone so far away.
The last thing she told me was Do not worry, i'll be okay.
And now though she has gone, she is with me each day.


After a happy life. there's always comes an end.
everyone was sad because no more time left to spend.
There was love in everything what she did
There was a magic in her feet.
she had always that special touch.
We would love to say that we love you so so much. 

A letter to GOD by TR. Kamakshi Johar

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