My Granpa, I know is no more.
Still, the hope that wrong is what has been told.
Iknow he is gone, but I refuse to mourn,
‘Coz there is the hope that keeps me bold.
A part of my life taken away,
Was there at all, when did i say?
Only now, it seems, it was there for sure.
Now, there is jus a void in ‘ space.
It’s strange that I feel so sad,
Knowing that he would leave his bed,
That one day, he would be no more,
Won’t ask me to listen to his exceptional lore.
How will that part of my heart be filled?
Who will replace the one who is killed?
Killed? No, he has departed happily
From life, of his own accord, easily.
I am Sure h chose to go himself.
But how could he leave his second self?
His self that always resides in us
Completely unknown, lost in a hush.
Inspite of this, I find it strange,
That my mood from delight, refuse to change.
I am also sad and want to cry.
Yet my eyes remain totally dry.
the laughter he gave me I can never pay back.
Yet I refuse him the “pearls of my tears”
I say “if i cry, the time would lack.”
So selfish, can’t even cry for my dears.
Had it been a cut on my finger,
My mind would give it a notice bigger.
As the blood would flow red and redder
My eyes would sure get wet and wetter.
Noons with him and the evenings, I cherish forever.
And the tales, I would hear again never
The tune of his songs now play in my heart.
Songs that..that would no more be heard.
What I write to day, I’ll forget tomorrow.
As i walk my path sans any sorrow.
He resides in me today, would be wiped tomorrow.
As I would walk sans any sorrow.
He is gone forever, but refuse to waver
Coz there is hope that he is clever
Enough to remain hidden for some time,
Come again he would and sing me a rhyme.