My grandfather Pathani,
Very straightforward,
And a stalwart.
My father, his carbon copy
But silently doing works
And had no expectation
From anyone anything.
I am, see here
Before you,
A mixture of both.
I am not telling
About my grandfather,
But my father
Was a silent singer,
And I am a write,
I write poetry,
Please come on and read,
And see your life
Observe nature
And all other creatures.
All are well-wishers.
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