Those wrinkled hands, Those pale lips, That feeble grip, Those gummy grins, Of three years I haven't seen, You had held my little frame, You had pushed me to fame, You pulled me out from the darkness, You poked me with your cane every morning. But I wasn't there, I wasn't ready, To see you go so early, You were to stay forever young, We were to stay forever us, I forgot you were human too, I left. You died; I couldn't even say goodbye.

Vasundhara Singh