To Dear Grandma..... Poem by harsimran kaur

the melody of nightingale,
the bud still waiting to bloom,
the seed still in dormancy
beneath the soil,
the patience of nature
still delicate but not fragile,
makes me realise of the space
you left, grandma
the emptiness created by you
the first ray of sun,
returns the day
making everything alive
but why?
you don't return grandma with this ray of light
your little stories
and puzzles to solve
have much more fun than any sport played in the world
but the silent you embraced
and the slumber you made
had created
biggest riddle for a 10 year old child
which is tougher than
any trigonometry problem
or the laws present in textbooks of science
in so many years
spent; solving this riddle
whenever i looked in the sky
found a star most bright for me
looking at which
gives answer of the riddles
created by world
but it remains silent
when i ask it the answer of the riddle you asked,
tell me dear grandma why?