To Grandma Poem by Aabid Masroor

Don't you leave me, for I know not
How to live it, because days and nights
And nights and days are long
I am melting because of you
Go waiting for you, from dawn to dusk
My heart is blue and frozen
Because of you, because I do not know
How to live it, in flowers, in glooms, in blooms
‘O' spring has come again,
Come for me, somewhere from your grave
Because I do not know how to
Recover, rebuilt and repair my heart
I have loved but you, O beautiful white women
Come for me, wake up and resuscitate
Because I do not know how to
Lend my shoulder and dry my tears
Because I do not know how to
Conquer fears and wrongs and evils
There is no one to watch me play
And no one to feed me with tricks
Your smiles, your stories, your songs
Say my name again and hold my hand
Because I do not know, my arms
Are empty and void
Hugs, kisses, advises, surprises
You mean the world to me
O let me walk with you, for your footsteps
Are short as are mine
O let me see with you, for your eyes
See as mine do
O let me sleep with you, for you
Are my good morning and good night
Active and surprise
O let me work with you, for you
Are a garden lover
O let me dream with you
Because you're a best story teller
And laughter and writer and a good kisser
O let me be with you
Because I do not know, how to
Love, because I love you
Let me be with you,
Because I love to make your hair-knot
O let me sit and weep on your grave
With your scent, with your grass