Wake up, wake up, o, grandpa, o dear, 
Wake and feel those you see; 
Don’t you know how hard it is to peer
A living mass lying dead before me.
No, no, not let anyone to come
To mince us apart and too our ways; 
O please, o dear, return home
And don’t freeze these soundless days.
Wake up, wake up, o, grandpa, o dear
And take me to the land you wish, 
O my eyes can hold no more these tears, 
Nor part from you with a kiss.
You are an angel of lands and lands, 
Or will be soon; or might, 
Just place your head upon my hands
And you will be all right.
Wake up, wake up, o my best friend, 
Please don’t make us cry, 
It’s not the time for your life to end; 
Nor for you.......to die.                
Good poem. A deep friendship between a grandfather and his grandchild…a fitting ode to friendship.4*
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather Saheb. Your poem is very poignant, moving and sad. I can see from your writing that you have allot of talent and potential at such a young age! I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
I pray for your grandpa. I too loved my grandpa who was like a friend to me and had been an inspiration. I am with you. Very nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a rhythm! it sounds like a song! so tender! I pray for your Grandpa - name...
thank you very much...liza
Thanks for the comment, Liza.
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