Remembering You...

Pitrapaksh is on; Papa it's your Shardh.
After years I am back home to re-live a single day from the past!

Opened the locked doors, cleaned those dirty floors.
A kettle, a mug, a newspaper all ordered; old spectacle that I had preserved.

Played your favorite bhajan, lit your sandal fragrance dhoop.
I kept sitting for so long… arranging, re-arranging, day-dreaming all aloof!!

One pillow horizontal, another standing vertical.
Right below the bed I kept your sandals!

It looks similar, it feels you are here.
It’s nostalgic, your presence is everywhere!

Papa, I am sleeping in the room adjacent;
Call me once, wake me up, it’s already Ten past ten.

I am the same, every bit every piece restored.
Why the delay… what is keeping you on hold?

Stretch that hand; my head is bowed, eyes are closed.
I know you are here; I feel blessed, I feel bestowed!

Papa! this is your kid remembering you from the heart.
You are alive; you live in my thoughts.

I see you in my kid; you are in my blood.
I live you in my actions; No Papa, you cannot be dead!

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This one is for you Papa, accept it!
Binni