20 years later:
'In my school days
I sang modern Hindi songs:
you charged me of eve teasing
and teachers threatened me to rusticate'.
Silence.
'Now I am blessed with a daughter,
you with a son.
My daughter will avenge,
though your son may not sing'.
Silence.
2 years later:
'My daughter is fine'.
'My son died of dengue last month'.
Silence.
Tears...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart touching write. Loved the way you expressed grief on the loss.10++