Missing Some One

Today, I am missing some one
The man of riffles and gun
He holded my finger and make me run
Days with him was great fun

He was a handsome old man

I am one among his fan

He was a bank of knowledge

We were together till my college

He fulfilled my all desire
Until he was sets on fire
His memmories fills my eyes with tear
The man who lived free, without any fear

Now he is no more, he left me all alone

I feel skyover my head is gone

He was my grand pa and I was his grand son

Today, I am missing some one

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Written on: 20 Apr 2000

Day: Thursday

Time: 10:30 pm

History: How it gettted started

I started writing poems when I was in grade eight, I wrote some poems in Hindi and one in English. Then due to my studies the writing was stopped.

Then after the death of my loving and most inspirable man, my bade papaji (Grand Father) I started writing again. He was a kind of man, I have never seen in my life. The man of rules and regulation and one day I expressed my feeling about him in form of poem and also wrote a poem "Death" which was my experience that I faced during his death.

Welcome to my blog : Life's Rhythm

Hello!

I welcome everybody on my blog where I want to share some of the poems that was written by me in past, when I was a teenager and have plenty of time to think and write. I am not a professional poet or writer. These poems are just my imaginations or some personal experiences in my life. I am a system analyst/software engineer by profession. The poems are 5-8 years old as it is difficult for me to write now due to the responsibilities in my life. But I will like to write more, as writing gives me joy and happiness.

I will like to hear your comments on them.

Thanks