My grandfather has always supported me for poems and songs. I've been writing since 9 years just because of his awesome support. I would like to start this book with a poem for him.
Silver hair and golden heart,
Playing the granddaddy's role,
No matter he stays apart,
But he lives in our soul.
Your hand on my head,
And the whole world I see,
Then why go to a time ahead,
When a living god is in front of me.
Money and fame may be worth something,
But not more precious than your love,
And even if god makes me wish something,
I would say "let forever stay my grandfather's love."
