By I remember the day
When my grandpa told
“My child you,
Are my touch of gold”
Oh how I grew
With each second that passed
His words stood by
As all went so fast
Enhanced myself
By his words inspired
My path cleared out
With skills I acquired
As every day went by
I’m a better self
Like the french wine
Lying on my shelf
Oh I see today
Gold and its worth
Which my grandpa saw
From my very birth
All of his words
Strongly I hold
For I’m my grandpa’s
Touch of gold
-Sannidhya Chitrakar
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