TREE COETANEOUS OF MY GRANDFATHER
With support of
Walls of my house
Was standing
He.
Nurtured
By hands of my grandfather.
Used to converse
With my grandfather
Then, my father and mother.
And with visitors to our home.
One day, in dream
Disclosed to me
Treasure of my grandfather
That tree coetaneous of my grandfather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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