The Return Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Loss of a dear one forever
The death that I mean
Not always ready to accept
The mind such difficult to contain

Visited a friend's house once
saw the father in old age
Having pleasant talks one by one
Sons and daughters and their well being.

He told me the the second one a son
Gone for a bath in the nearby lake
But still have to come back
And expecting in his mind anytime
His arrival the most beautiful expectation.

The friend told me in private
Father never accepted the truth
Though he is perfectly normal in senses
He still expects the return of the son
Who lost his life in lake while bathing
In such a long years back the incident.

The memory of loss of the dear son
Never prepared to accept in the mind
Tells the people who talks about children
My son yet to come back after his bath.