I feel Regret,
A hollowing helplessness,
A head-smacking cry,
“I should’ve”,
Before he died.

He was my pillar’s pillar,
A man of great vigour,
His eyes were unjudging,
Hands were nurturing,
Heart was loving,
The past tense –
Shuddering.

I wish I was old enough,
To learn,
An old person’s grace,
Taught through mother’s hard embrace.

He walked in,
In hope of walking out better,
Fate had its own plan,
And now all thats left,
My heart – bitter.

Shoes never worn,
A contact no one calls,
Half bed empty,
I wish I was wrong,
You’re not gone,
Just merely un-born.

 

-For Nana Ji

 

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