MY GRANDFATHER

My grandfather,

The long beardful face,

Has left this world

Without telling a word to us

The great person gave his maximum efforts                               

Than shared his feelings on his illness.                              6

The plants, the trees,

The waterfall,

The wind,

The natural beauties                                                                         

Stopped giving their naturality

When he left this world…..                                                12

The pin drop silence followed his path

And carried towards us

The calmness.

The quietness

The stillness

Followed the path of his burial.                                           18

Where they went?

The sounds

The chirruping of little birds

The animal roars

The murmurings of the relatives

The knockings on the doors                                               24

The music.                                                                   

They followed the path of quietness

Through the minds of people

Brought by him

But he forgot

The tears of the relatives

The sorrowful minds of natural beauty.                              

The colorful features of nature

The power of wind

The lyrics of poem

The alarming of the clock

The sounds on the road

The barking of the street dogs

They, the friends of the poets

Became alone in their minds.