Sumit Datta

Grandiose grand-pa Bald the great
Never believes in chance or fate,
Days are mapped and hours are planned
Future always in left hand.

Foretell fortune like one rhyme,
Can see far away sea of time.

Grandiose grand-pa omniscient,
Knows the beginning knows the end;
Starts in atom and ends in stars,
Blinks and thinks and passes years.

Grandiose grandpa slipped and fell,
By chance in one village well;
Well was deep and almost dry,
Failing to come out started to cry.

Laughing at him all told to wait,
Never bother for chance or fate.

Grand-pa lost heart but not hope,
Some day some will come with a rope.