Washed clothes
Cleaned floors
Cooked food
Checked mail
Called Mom
Called Dad
Called our little brother
Called Uncle and Aunt
Called Smita, Shweta, Shalini…
Talked to Mr and Mrs Neighbour…
Walked to bazaar
Purchased books, fruits, vegetables, milk, dress, cosmetics…
Returned home
Switched on and switched off the TV
Walked up and down
From kitchen to Hall
Hall to Kitchen
Kitchen to bedroom
Bedroom to balcony
Looked through the window
One of our neighbours is talking to somebody
His son is cycling beside
He is in school uniform
May be returning from school
Eve dropped couple in the attic
They’re planning to go out
Went through our old albums-
You look handsome
And younger in each of them
Read your old letters
Talked, smiled, laughed, cried
Looked at the mirror
I’m getting old
Time is passing
In this six years
We had very little time together
And yet
Time is longer
When you’re away…
The simple detail of daily life beautifully written touched by sadness of missing him Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is passing; but, with hope! Still missing you. Nice work.