Come Back, Grandpa Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Then I was a little kiddy,
When I first learnt to call ‘Grandpa',
When all the dusks did feel so glad,
Because you used to take me there
In the playground, holding my hand,
My little hand, which always clung
To you, just who was my shelter,
Who loved me most in the household;
In the entire family of five,
You were my one and only mate.

I grew up in your loving lap,
You brought me up with your own hands,
Because I was so fond of you.
Whenever I was snubbed by others,
You embraced me to forget pain,
The utmost pangs born of foul things;
When I stretched my little arms
Round your neck always from your back,
You held me up high in your hands;
I used to giggle and enjoy.

But now, I feel only anguish,
Since you have left me all alone,
On this Earth, so tearful for me;
I feel gagged to breathe as I weep,
I feel desperately lonely
To survive in this state of sobs;
Come back to me, be here once more,
Let me, please, once again hug you,
To call you my ‘Grandpa' again,
Or, take me with you for ever.

None understands me any more,
None loves me more than you just did;
I know, I'm a grown up right now,
Still, just you nurtured me with love,
With your lots of pure and true love;
That affection you gifted me
Has gone far away, far away;
Therefore, come back to me, come back
Once more, come back, love me again.
Who else, Grandpa, will wipe my tears?