Eyes Are Dry...Still I Cry... Poem by Mihir Modi

Eyes Are Dry...Still I Cry...

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Eyes are dry...still I cry...
I like to walk with you; I like to cry on your shoulder,
Oh my grandpa where have you lost I really wonder!

A child is not as close to his parents as he is to grandparents,
They are the heavenly angles for a child, that God as sent.
Love for my grandpa is something that brings tears to me,
I wish at my growing ages he was here to see me.

Now there's no one to support me, when dad screams or mom hits me on my facial screen,
I have no partner in crime when I steal butter, oh my grandpa where have you been.
Horse carts I ride on these days are just so lonely,
Please scold my mom, coz she says you are now a soul, which is heavenly.

Action scenes from movie are no longer a joy,
My birthdays are incomplete without those gifts and small pretty toy.
I miss those laps, on which I rest my head in peace,
House without is no longer a house, come back please.

You struggled all your ways from your childhood,
You are an idol to me coz life we live today is jolly good.
I wanted you witness all my ups and in my downs you be with me,
You were a poet and I wished at least once you read my poem and come back to me.

I promise I won't ever prank again or hurt you,
Promise I'll be a good boy and obey you.
Please come back to me, as you are my world, my life, my universe too,
Oh dear grandpa, my eyes are red, heart is filled so come back to me wherever are you!

Monday, August 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: grandparents
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Douglas 26 August 2014

A weeping poem, the poem itself is weeping. very heartfelt. I am certain wherever he is and I'm sure in a good and heavenly place such a kind grandfather must be, that he has read this ooem and is happy that you honored him so much, that he heard you so that finally the weeping poem is a reason to smile. Poet has great ability to convey personal feeling through poetry, just need a little bit more knowledge about connecting words, and proper word order in English but this is easy to learn. Poetic gift cannot be learned but is present in the soul from childhood I believe and that poetic gift is already there. Very moving. Mary Angela Douglas

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Neela Nath Das 25 August 2014

You miss your grandpa.It's very clear that the sense of loss has made you write this poem.

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