Mysterious cycle around us
|'Under one roof'|
We were like two best friends
Though having sixty years of age gap
I was five and he was sixty-five.
I was losing teeth so was he,
I was wondering seeing the world, he was wondering seeing me.
We were growing up holding hand in hand,
Unware of coming future.
As, for me, it was unreal & for him it held no meaning.
So, these we were, my grandpa & me.
Two orphans were living the best of their lives
Under one same roof till the final call came.