Dida. Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

I find you often glimpsing through the window pane..
Though I know thinking of you is insane..
I often gaze at the view of the twinkling star..
I cherish my memory with you during the night I spend with you..
I always end up, as I am broken by fragments..
I find you often glimpsing at me..


I often day dream about the stories I heard..
The fairy tales of the princesses and price of distant land..
The faraway places of dust and sand..
The monster, sea lion and those weird devils they called..
Those scary nights, fear fights..
I often think of them…

Your grey hair, and your wrinkled hand..
Your calling my unique nickname brings my sweet memoir..
I suddenly,
Walked along those dusty path,
Those weak feeble hands were blessed me most..
Out of all,
I miss my "Dida" most now! !