Dishonesty and bad habits are all what you hate,
In what all fields aren't you great?
Art, Craft, music, maths: in all theses fields you are great,
because of you, all these things, I have got in me innate.
Not to any place, you are ever late,
You reach the place within time and wait near the gate.
I loved you, I love you and I will love you till date,
You are my grandpa, that is my very very good fate.
Till the end of my life, I shall be your mate,
In what all fields aren't you great?
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