To the world, he was another male

but only if you could see his eyes, they told another tale

he stood up when no one did

was being judged and trenched

those days buried his soul

they drank it like another soup bowl

if we could see the fumes bring out the heat

he brought out to feed

 the poor minds who were in need

only satiated his greed

were the only people who were seen

near the graveyard where he was buried deep

to the materialistic world, he renounced

the words were so sweet the way he pronounced

lost his voice through the echo

as he murmured his chants

in the dimly litted lamps

as he prayed his way out of the misery he suffered through his own hands

seeked peace through his little naps

but this time he slept so deep

that even life couldnt peep its way in and creep

to the poor old and meek he would speak

not to the living, but the restless souls wailing through the creeks

his interest in the humans were lost

to achieve nirvana , his life was the cost

he knew the answers to his questions werent easily met

so he searched in depth and got his answers when he finally laid to rest

the knowledge was stolen and kept under the crest

for all you sane people, it is the best

who are influenced by the west

in my dreams he hasn't yet come

but i want to convey what a changed man i have become

rarely i spoke to him, here he is looking over my living tent

the laws of the hypocritical society he bent

and all the he meant couldnt be acheived before he went

all i need is my respect to be sent

as the days ahead i will spend

in regret, not meeting my grandpa has caused a dent

i should have stopped people to steal away his pride

his secrets died and to the laws of the dead he did abide

and in the bright morning i held my mothers head high

as she sadly said ,while i watcher her tears strike in a low tide

your grandpa is no more , he left without saying bye