A Lot Good Awaits Us Both From That Morn Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

100 days today
Since you are away
Days and nights sway
Your sweet memories ever stay

How did I manage
I do not have a thing to gauge
I am seemingly free on stage
But mutely locked up in your cage

You are very thoughtful
Your wise words meaningful
Your care plentiful
Your ways beautiful

True, I feel troubled by your love
Your absence though pinches like a bite of a clove
Farther you, but closer are we as hand and glove
On the day you arrive I will be all above

Daughter, son or grandson
None to your comparison
In company and unison
As you remain the most me-tolerate person

Still more days fifty six
To go before we meet and mix
That long puts me in a fix
Corners me like a jinx

It will be the most colourful dawn
The day you walk back on airport lawn
My pleasure it will be to wait even if long drawn
As a lot good awaits us both from that morn