POEM
There are days of mirth
when he is with us.
How deep is our delight
no one knows except
I and his father.
His presence wipes away
or banish the gloom and
sorrow enveloping us.
Each time he brings with
him a bundle of stories
to lift our sagging spirits.
With each day nearing us,
our happiness gradually
comes down an down.
On reading our sadness
he tries to make us
happy cracking jokes
by suppressing his sullen mood.
But no, we hide his jokes and
like him we too pretend
to enjoy his jokes and mischief.
And on the day of departure
to the faraway city we try
in vain to hold our moist eyes.
The only relief being
our expectations of his next arrival
on completion of each semester.
On reaching the house
three of us make merry and our home
drowns in the sea of pleasure.
Often we shudder running down our bodies
when we ponder about the fateful day
he flies down to a foreign university abroad
to continue his higher studies.
Even now we can’t
imagine the emptiness filling
our minds after he departs
to his institution abroad.
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