My Grandpa.

My Grandpa.

My Grandpa is now ninety years old.
When he was young,
he used to go for hunting.

Once he thought to hunt tiger.
He took shelter in a village to get rest
which was on the  edge of a forest.

Oneday at night when he was returning,from near by weekly market,
Covering himself with a huge blanket.

Suddenly he heard a growling,
sound of a tiger
and found it at his very near.

He climed up a tree.
The tiger came and took round of it.
Grandfather stayed there the whole night.

In the morning he,
climbed down from the tree,
went straight to the men gather there.

He asked them for a glass of water.
They became not only very stupified
but they were also afraid.

They told him what magic had he chanted
that the tiger didn't attack him.
Hearing it,his face turned into grim.

He fell on the ground,
losing his consciousness.
Then he never thought about hunting business.