Please Sit…while I Cry! Poem by Paramita Roy

My tiny palm touching her face,
When on her lap I 'd lie...
When world slept, I kept her awake,
'Please sit...while I cry! '

My little fingers clutching her,
The first fall and bruise of my,
Unspoken words that she heard so well
'Please sit...while I cry! '

My same little fingers not letting her go,
When first day of school came by,
She knew I feared the shell outside,
'Please sit...while I cry! '

My little grown hands still holding her,
My report card made me shy,
She scolded me, but still I said...
'Please sit...while I cry!

My seemed to be grown up hands on hers,
My first heartache, my sigh...
Why no one could love me like you do?
' Please sit...while I cry! '

My grown up well-shaped fingers still grabs her so,
Even when eyed are dry....
Who knows when life will stab again?
'Please sit...while I cry! '

Someday when my fingers will clutch her memories...
Someday before I 'll die...
Who will be there when I 'll say,
'Please sit...while I cry? '

She held my hands and said one day,
Life will again anew a tie...
And you 'll forget me when a little hand will say to you,
‘Please sit...while I cry! '