She walked with him
On his morning walks.
He was talking of the
Sky, the sun and the clouds.
But she was looking
For sticks and stones,
And running behind,
The baby calves!
Looking for fruits and
Flowers of wild.
Filling her pockets
To the brim.
She had her own questions
All of her own,
Which he patiently
Explained to her.
Why is that and why is this?
How is that and how is this?
Maybe childish but always kind
Full of love and tenderness.
Long time since,
He is no more,
A place I really
Like to go back.
With happy and
Sweet memories
Of care free,
Childhood days.
Birth and death,
Is the cycle of life.
We all fall under it
When we are born.
Although,
You left me long ago,
Your spirit has been,
Always around.
It has been,
A very difficult path.
If not for you,
Would not have survived.
My guiding light,
From birth to death,
Even before and beyond,
Life goes on, on and on.
So many doubtful,
Eyes upon me.
You have given back,
My dignity.
I am so thankful
For your gift.
That will help,
So many many more.
I am most blessed,
To have been
Born to you.
With utmost gratitude,
And,
Deep respect,
I worship you!
~Deepa Nilamani~
