The
laughter we'd is yet to die
( An ode to my younger bro who passed away on 3rd Nov 1990)
Are you
playing games with me?
One of a
kind; hide and seek.
I can't
find you where I does find you
Underneath
the bed or inside the cupboard.
Oh! You
lay there; calm and serene
Even with
eyes closed you seem to smile
It's no
time for sleep, my bro
Wake up,
dearest friend.
Mom
cries, Dad weeps, Bro down and sis shock
I did
none I just wait for you
To open
your eyes and smile
And play
with me in the rains.
Shovel by
shovel the earth covers you
Until we
see you no more
The
laughter we'd is yet to die
It's
still around in the air.
Did you
see me looking for you?
Inside-out;
tense and lonesome
Often
methinks what if I find you
With your
eyes open and not asleep…
For all
that's gone and is to come
Without
you it ain't the same
Alas,
only on a stone I find your name
The
laughter we'd is yet to die….
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