Those wrinkled hands,
On my cheeks.
Before my eyes,
A face full of streaks.
Those shiny eyes,
And that charming smile.
In front of my eyes,
Her beauty was fragile.
And now before me,
Laying benumbed.
Oh! I miss those hands,
Lined and rumpled.
Her memories are so deep,
But they only bring me tears.
Oh! I wish,
We could have spent a few more years.
But we are not apart,
As you will always be in my heart.
Dear Grandma, tell me,
Was the love in your heart just for me?
PRACHI