Babu's Death Poem by Hari Das

Each entry I made
Babu's fumes I hailed
In the morning he told
Will be back
With some marigold

In the evening
He was back
With a crowd as jack
He was laying in a bed
It was new to our head

He was sleeping cold
In a white fold
Where is my marigold?
I goal'd

He dint said anything
He dint said anything hold
Hold
Don't take him away I told
But people took him away
With flowers on the way
As sold

Neighbors said a labor died
For which no one cried
We cried
We cried our best
For what I still hide

Amma said his death arrived
What is death I mild
Nothing, you sleep child

My babu is there
Somewhere in the hut
Somewhere in the nook
I know
I know his body was perfect

Today
Nobody is there
In my hut
Only his fragment of body left

Each morning I waited
When light enters to wake up
My eye wishes
He is there on the gate
To love us
To save us
Fake

He is not there anywhere
In the gate
I called my babu
Babu babu
Where I could find
My elders said
Babu is late
Late
Wait

I waited
I waited in veranda
Perhaps we played
We played
Hide and seek we played

I was caught'd, every time
But where is my babu
I couldn't find
Find.....



Indian Street Writer Hari Das


From
SHABD Society for Street Children


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