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