At His Tombstone.... - Poem by NEETHA SASIDHARAN
i knew u would be here
and kick off those tears
like u used to do
when i was hurt.
i'm fine and well
and ma, a lot to tell.
so you better sit
if the grass is neat.
i was scared when i came,
then someone called my name
n MA! IT WAS HIM...I SAW MY DAD.....
he is so big and hard.
anyway, without you, it's not the same..
i asked why he went so early..
he smiled and hugged me tightly.
-he went up so early so that
when i come, i won't be a lonely cat.
oh ma....he is so lovely...
hey? why those tears? ? ?
i love it when your eyes are clear...
oh no..both of you are the same
cuz whenever i say your name,
his eyes also water....
ma, here we have a garden n lots of flowers,
like those in your salwars.
but not like those in our yard
n to pluck it is hard
cuz they are so tall like tower.
so next time you come,
our wee white roses, get me some.
i will plant them here so that,
i will make a pretty white hat
of roses when you come..
and ma, now i know why
i and dad came early....
you won't be alone when you come
and we'll be happy in this home...
love you ma..........
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