I didn’t cry when you left
Neither did I say anything to anyone
I just kept quiet for a few days
But, I've observed everything
And suffered even more
That blue shirt,
Which you often used to wear
Is ironed and arranged
in the wooden closet
Your specs are still kept
on the television..
And the umbrella ..
waiting for the rainy season..
In The last rains
We were soaked and drenched
I did not touch your umbrella ..
I know,
That you do not like
If your things are misplaced
I’ve told the cobbler
To mend your old shoe
Your watch is repaired
With a battery brand new
Taylor has stitched your pants
With a lining inside
And
Your bed is done
And mom waiting by its side.
Dad ....
I know
You will be tired by the journey
But this time,
Please stand still
And Rest for some time
I will take off your shoes
And massage your legs
To make you de-stress
Whatever you’ll say
I'll do it all
Just stand still
And be there
You know what dad ...
The last time you left ..
You left us shocked...
Ananya
An English translation to the previous poem.