I hope that my precious sonny refrain from all sins.
You should know how to separate good and bad.
In the school nowadays they don't teach.
All the glitters are not gold but you have a golden heart.
That keep hide always as the culprits smile like Saints
And they visit your place at odd times knock at your door.
They may call you to show the heaven and be watchful my dear.
These hypocrites would grumble of your poor Grandpa's death duty.
Be steady my boy and tell them the grandpa's usual singsong.
'Known hell is much better than the invisible heaven.'
They may force you to give the death duty please hand over this scribbling.
I dedicate this poem to my loving grandson Siluna.Randiv
nimal dunuhinga
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