A Handful Of Jasmine Poem by Bharat Mehru

Bhabha,
you have gone
far away somewhere

Today I got a handful of jasmine
which are tender like your heart
fragrant like your thoughts
holding a handful of jasmine
I miss you, Bhabha

I know a handful of jasmine
cannot speak of you
nor prove my gratitude

I had always felt
the soothing touch of your eyes
on my back

my growing height
my juvenile and bright
my daring flight
all made you happy
but

your weariness
your helplessness
your sinking voice
your being without choice
all never worried me

I was there in your every dream
but I was heedless
to your heart's screams

yet you remained still
and composed, overall
exactly like you are seen
in your photo on the wall
now there are no offerings from me
only some tears and
a handful of jasmine....!



{Bhabha=the way i used to address my father}