Achchacha

Fear none, own terms he lived his life
Quarreled with her, but loved his wife
In nineties he walked like playing fife
Cut his nails with an old military  knife

Funny was he, very strong and a genius
Healing with mantras, was his prowess
Strictly he minds his own business
Made fun of all, his jokes harmless

Every now & then a story he unfold
Never seen an old man so very bold
Spared us, parents wrath, them he scold
Hair was silver but had a heart of gold

Had a childhood unforgettable with you
Feel not enough, time we had with you
Even today I feel like watched by you
Blessed to have a grandfather like you

Sree...