Bhabha,
you have gone
far away somewhere
Today I got a handful of jasmine
which are tender like your heart
fragrant like your thoughts
holding a handful of jasmine
I miss you, Bhabha
I know a handful of jasmine
cannot speak of you
nor prove my gratitude
I had always felt
the soothing touch of your eyes
on my back
my growing height
my juvenile and bright
my daring flight
all made you happy
but
your weariness
your helplessness
your sinking voice
your being without choice
all never worried me
I was there in your every dream
but I was heedless
to your heart's screams
yet you remained still
and composed, overall
exactly like you are seen
in your photo on the wall
now there are no offerings from me
only some tears and
a handful of jasmine....!
{Bhabha=the way i used to address my father}
a sad poem! the filial piety of an Indian clearly expressed here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Veeraiyahji, I am really very glad that you support my emotions towards parents.Thanks.