Missing You…

R N Pokhrel, PA, USA-

 

That regular sofa

We two used to sit and chat-

Read, record and enjoy listening

Our recorded voice;

Is speechless this moment;

The Mahabharata , the Ramayana books-

Weigh very heavy for me

I cannot lift;

In each page I see your finger prints,

Your eyes moving word to word…

And, resounds in my mind the same hymns in rhythms.

 

Your cane, ring, chain, watch and small urn of tiilak stare at me,

I assume they’re unaware of

Your permanent absence, beloved-

 

BA, you know-

Today our two year old dolly found your lost old ball pen;

We two once searched dirt and pin to find it.

She found it in a pocket of

Your -that favored grey kurta!!

She told me then’ to give you when I go to the Hospital.

So often, she rains me asking if I make a cup of tea for you!

My senses very well know you opted to sleep for all times

But, poor she doesn’t.

 

You were my guru, a true friend beside father

You taught me the unwritten history of

Country of my origin,

My dynasty’s role in nation building

You were a living history-

An unread book that hundreds missed;

You were a rare man who defeated Death Agents

Ample times- And, lived unwearied;

Rare Baba you were, a son can be proud of-

I thank my Maker.

He picked me to be your son unconditionally.

 

Your very last smile and bat an eyelid on me

Before you closed your farewell eyes

Shall reside in my eternal archive

At all time;

Missing you a lot- dearest friend-