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
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