Grandma

In the heart of a tranquil village fair,

Sampath's tale begins with a mother's prayer.

"Choose well," she whispered, her wisdom profound,

"Let love and kindness in your soul resound."

With those words as his guiding light,

Sampath journeyed through the darkest night.

In a chance meeting, fate took its stand,

And his life entwined with a loving hand.

Through trials and triumphs, they walked side by side,

Their bond forged strong, with love as their guide.

With every dawn, a new purpose unfurled,

To uplift the weary souls of the world.

In memory of his mother's grace,

Sampath vowed to make the world a better place.

With foundation laid, and dreams set high,

He reached for the stars in the endless sky.

Schools and hospitals, pillars of hope,

In the village, they flourished, helping hearts cope.

The flutter of butterflies, once mere witnesses unseen,

Now danced around, where kindness had been.

Sampath's life, a testament to love's enduring song,

A symphony of compassion, echoing strong.

Through his deeds, his mother's spirit thrived,

In the flourishing community, he had revived.

So let us heed the call, as Sampath did before,

To spread love and kindness, forevermore.

For in the ripple of his benevolent touch,

Lies the beauty of humanity's boundless clutch.