I first saw your grandfather, When he was six or seven. Loosening the grip of his father, He hugged me. It felt like heaven. Everyday, he came to me, And sat beside me for hours. Read out all his lessons to me, Oh boy! He was so clever! Days just flew as he had done, His schooling and college too. I took him to be one of my sons, Feeling a lot prouder too. Then he went out seeking a job And came only years later. Time had been the thief to rob, Him too from me soon after. Your father never liked me at all And there is nothing wrong. Now we are hated by one and all, Though we did nothing wrong. He wanted me out of his sight, Your mom never allowed it. Soon they left out of my sight. I was just worried about it. Now I see you little one, So young and very happy, Happier to enjoy your fun, Though I am just a tree.
Hello Srinivasan It is the story of a tree...hahaha I was wonder why this guy has to hate him when he took so much of care of him Nice one...
