Repeatedly asking to hold his fingers,
But the little one denied & forced  to be on his grandpa's arm.
He was eighty with his skinny bones,
Right arm was too heavy with an iron wooded axe,
Where the little boy was crying for a tight hug,
But how could he picked up his grandson ?


Still then the innocent baby cried unstoppably for a cozy journey ahead
In fact the scene was mournig the footpath of our village.
How could he be so rigid to hold this little flower ?
But it's well known to him why he was so peculiar .

     

The first Walk of hundred footsteps with his grandson
Was full of tears & fears in the eye of lillte innocent....
But the next thousands steps were full of smiles & joy...


As few moment passed he left holding his fingers
Began to chase a sheep with his barefoot...
He was not walking alone
But running with merry & with out any panic....
Looking behind his grandpa's slow walk
"Can't you walk a little fast ?";he shouted from a one hundred steps ahead...


The grandpa can hardly hear
But,smiled & asked him to go ahead more & more
He knew that he has to walk alone further
As nobody is born to be with him forever.