They say my granny 👵has gone to live on star.
But I know that she had left the world and went away somewhere far.

The world is full of lies,
all of us had tears in our eyes.
She had broke all the ties and now she would never come I realise.
I remember her love and her last bye, I know she would see me from the sky.

When I was small,
she would hold me high and teach me how to fly.
When I look back at the snap,
I would giggle when she sway me on her lap.
At my victory she would clap and at the birthday we together take the gifts and unwrap.

I think of,
the prayers she would teach.
Are the only way for me to reach.
When I was a baby,
she would hold me in her hands,
she taught me how to stand.

Strand by strand she wove a little sweater for me.
Strand by strand I think of the memories and see.

The night tales and even the angles prevail.
The fables you recite are still alive.
I hope you are happy in the paradise.
One day I'll also meet on the star,
till then listen to the tunes of my guitar.

© Poorva