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Mental Suffocation- Our proud Heritage

Heritage.. well..

When I first read the word and it’s association with ancient buildings and such stuff through daily post, it didn’t strike me much honestly. I couldn’t link heritage to places and moments for that particular instinct instead I had something else in mind.

The first thought that popped in my mind was what actually is my heritage?

Heritage may not be essentially a positive entity representing you or passed on to you. In my case I believe it’s mostly negative or there can be a probability that I prefer focusing on the negativity only. We (that includes me and my two younger siblings) share the view that we have inherited some psychological traits from our family tree. Well.. that includes passivism, passive-aggression, introvert-ness, submissiveness and mental suffocation. I don’t know what mental suffocation means to you but I comprehend it as a semi-deliberate act of piling things up (things you dislike) in your mind and heart until it just explodes one day. One possible reason for such traits can be that my fore-family have gone through financially as well as socially challenging times hence perpetuating such characteristics within them. Anyway, things are way better now with my maternal and paternal aunts and uncles. I remember my father telling me that back when they used to live with my grand parents, negotiation was just a matter of imagination only. There was no concept of sharing interests, experiences and advises, instead everybody was distant and busy with their own activities.

We as siblings, on the other hand, had our differences and remained distant until I was like about 17 years of age. Soon after that we started sharing things and realized that one way or the other we all possess the same level of mental suffocation passed on by our late family. Things that you think wrongly but would never expose. Passivism that takes hold of your mind and gradually darkens your heart and soul. It was then that we decided that no matter what we’ll share, we’ll negotiate and sort things out. No matter how much we fight we won’t stab each other in the back. No matter how many differences we have, we will never disclose them in front of a third person.

There are bad days, huge arguments at times but we still get through. All three of us are very different people on the outside yet concealed, difficult, enveloped and suffocated on the inside. We have bad temper, a roller coaster of mood swings and passive-aggression…. Anyhow, we still manage each other pretty well 🙂
(At least that’s what I believe and I would absolutely like to believe)

With the same thoughts mingling in my mind, I wrote this about more than a year ago.

The mind speaks louder.

Never have i dealt with anyone more difficult to know than myself,
Never have i heard a sound more difficult to hear than my own,

 Before you or after you — all mere excuses,
Before you, I saw the apparent colors of realm,
After you- I learned to hear the colors within me, 
But never have i seen colors intermingled as those within me,
And never have i read a mind as fickle as mine may be.
I’ve seen people bleed,
With everything they do they bleed emotions,
And emotions taking over, with everything they do,
But never have i seen a heart as detached as mine,
And never have i seen a bleed more hollow than mine,
I’ve seen tears spill,
The eyes all wet,
And as people cry with every failed try,
But never have I seen an eye more dormant than mine,
And never have I heard of tears more ghostly barren than mine.
I know the power of words,
And the beauty that they hold within,
I know the wounds just tongue can heal,
But never have i seen the words more un-avid than mine,
And never have i heard a Scream more Silent than mine,
Never have I dealt with anyone more difficult than myself..

An Absolute Second Chance in Life

From many years I’ve been hearing that there is no second chance in Life, no second chance in Love and no second chance in relations and trust.

Talking about myself I am not practically in favour of giving second chances. Theoretically I say that we being humans make many mistakes and they need to be forgiven but when it comes to practical application I am always the opposite way.

Yes at times I do give second chances but only and only to those who mean a lot to me. By a lot I seriously mean A LOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

Anyways I was talking about Second chances in Life. Not everybody gets that but a few ones are actually lucky and blessed to get and immediately grab those.

Here is a short breath taking and thought provoking story that I read just now regarding Life’s chances.

The good old days.
The good old days.

It was their anniversary, and Julia was waiting for her husband George to show up.

Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn’t-live-without each-other had turned bitter.

The fading shades of Love.
The fading shades of Love.

Fighting over every little things, both didn’t like the way things had changed. Julia was waiting to see if George remembered it was their anniversary!

As Love fades and Life changes.
As Love fades and Life changes.

Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

The two started re-living the old days. Making up for fights, then was the plan for the dinner and it was raining outside! It was perfect.

Rain means resilience.
Rain means resilience.

But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang.

Julia went to pick it up and it was a man. “Hello ma’am I’m calling from the police station. Is this Mr. George’s number?”
“Yes it is!”

Unexpected things happen.
Unexpected things happen.

“I’m sorry ma’am; but there was an accident and a man died.

We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body.”

Julia’s heart sank.!!! She was shocked!

But my husband is here with me?”

Sorry ma’am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train.”

Julia was about to lose her conscience.

Sudden reactions.
Sudden reactions.

How could this happen?!

She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!

She ran into the other room.

He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!!

Oh God she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!

The feeling of loosing all you have.
The feeling of loosing all you have.

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and George came out and said

Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today”.


Second chance to dream.
Second chance to dream.

No one is promised tomorrow. Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!

Does Grandma have a cell phone in Heaven??

Few people in life can never be forgotten and can never be replaced. The place that they hold in your heart is sacred, immortal and will remain there until your last breath. Its like their memories have made a temple within your heart which forces you to burst into tears every time you try to try to embrace it. The memories are CRUEL existences, whenever you strike them they simply hit you back even harder.

The more dear a person is to you, the more cruel are his memories.missing

You hold that special place that can force me to do anything — Anything in the world to get you back. Alas! It’s just that the words are all meaningless and nothing in the world can be done to bring back somebody who’s just not here, who is just centuries apart, who can’t hold you can’t hear you can’t feel you… Who has Died years ago.

I wish I had a way; a means to hear your voice just for a second. For once now for the last time in my life I wish I could hold your feeble hands. For once just to tell you what I’ve never told you before. Just to tell you my strange ways to express Love; laughing loudly when you used to snore all night, how special I felt when you used to get angry on those who made fun of me, Yeah I went to those people again and again but I never intended to tease you I went there so they could make fun of me, I went there so that I could see you getting angry on them again … I went there to feel special.

When you raised hands to pray for my father I wished you and my parents would pray like this for me as well. I wanted to tell you I never want to loose you but guess what? I’ve lost you already.

I wish I could see you.
I wish I could see you.

Does Grandma Have a Phone Number in Heaven?
Grandma went to Heaven,
But I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I feel down,
I need her right away,
Operator can you tell me how
To find her in this book?

Is heaven in the yellow part,
I don’t know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too,
At night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
But I really don’t know why.

Maybe if I call her,
She will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away,
Is it across the sea?
She’s been gone a long, long time
She needs to come home now!

I really need to reach her,
I simply don’t know how.
Help me find the number please,
Is it listed under ‘Heaven’?
I can’t read these big words,

I’m sorry operator,
I didn’t mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too,
Or is there something in your eye?
If I call my Lord maybe they He’ll know.
Grandma said when we need help that’s where we should go.

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A Child’s Love has no Language…

Few months ago I read this line somewhere.

Never blame your parents for something they didn’t give you. It was probably something they themselves didn’t have.

And today I read this

“Remember, If you are criticizing, you are not being grateful. If you are blaming, you are not being grateful. If you are complaining, you are not being grateful.”

Complaining was never a part of my nature. I am not so loud to do that.
But yes I have been blaming since long time.
And most of all I have been criticizing deep down in my heart.

Parent’s Love for their kids is not something associated with humans only. And so is the case with a Kids’ Love for his parents.

Kids admire and Love their parents in special secret ways. Some kids are capable of showing that while some are not. Even the most ungrateful kids are the ones which have the deepest love for their parents. The act of rushing into a mothers’ lap, mimicking whatever his father says, teasing mommy deliberately, making funny little faces to make mommy smile, sitting on the daddy’s back and considering ones’ self as a mighty horse rider…. Kids have their own strange ways. Like my parents could never have imagined that I can write something for them.image_title_krnci

And like I said before, the Love is not only confined to just humans.

The baby Lamb walks comfortably on the Mother’s back.

The Angry Mommy … Never spares anyone.

A squirrel mother adopting an abandoned baby squirrel.

The Mommy and the Daddy … The kids are too small to be left alone.

Look What Daddy’s got for you.

The Mother brings yummy food while the daddy makes them rest.

The Little cuddly Chick finds satisfaction with its Mommy.

I can stand here for the whole day.

Wanna go for a ride??Your presence is a blessing. A special thanks for everything you’ve given me.

Who else can hide me better than my mum??

And Lastly, a click from the famous movie “The Happy Feet 2“.

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Inside a Shopping Bag .. As I cackle

When I read about the  Photo challenge for this week the first person that came into my mind was my maternal uncle. He is very jolly and a happy go lucky sort of person. When we were kids and even now he has a habit of kidding around, teasing, pinching everybody and then escaping right away. Nobody even minds that because they know it’s just how he is.

When I was a kid and even now I am very skinny and short (yeah.. I mean just 5 feet .. That makes it very short actually). I can’t say I was like this since the very early ages but now its just that I am ignorant in my diet blah blah or whatever you call it. Due to this I was(and still am) called by many names such as “Skeleton”, “Honey bee”, “Wrestler” and many others.

On that particular day my uncle was leaving for his training sessions out of town while I insisted him to stay or else take me as well. He agreed and told me that I am so tiny that I can even fit into one of his luggage bags.

Then he held me up and really placed me into one of his luggage bags and finally hanged it at his back and started walking while the others saw me and laughed at his idea and how comfortable I seemed fully enclosed in his bag with my face protruding out. Some how it all ended and since I was only of 4-5years at that time so I didn’t even feel embarrassed. In fact I don’t remember it fully, this was all what my elders told me about it. Nobody could take a picture of that moment since photography was not that much into fashion 15 years ago.inside

After that time till I was 20( and even now sometimes) my uncle teases me by saying

“Ooo this is the same old kiddo.. I used to put this kid in my luggage bag behind my back”

Since 15 years have passed after that incident and now my uncle has a lovely little daughter of the same age as I was at that time, I decided to put her in my school bag and take her picture to show it to him. So that now when he teases me I will also have something to strike him back. 🙂 I made her sit in my lap and tried placing her in my school bag but eventually she started crying. I dropped my idea as she is too innocent, adorable and way too lovely to be teased like this.

Plus I absolutely love the way she smiles. This picture was taken when she was just about to sleep and the camera flash stuck her eyes.


You have to pay for PATIENCE ..

A “Long time no see” shout out to my blog. I’ve been thinking of writing from several days but as always, the old habit of procrastination of mine and half because my new semester has just started and I am trying very steadily and reluctantly to cope with the new study patterns.

There are a few lectures which always give you a hard time, whether that be for listening,understanding or comprehending. And this course of Industrial Pharmacy is just another addition to those list of lectures. Anyways so here I sit on one bench of my lecture hall, vain enough to listen to what the lecturer has to say and just busy in my own World of thoughts, analyzing the events from the previous Saturday.

handLiving in a home with four other siblings all of which are school going, while the first one has to go attend her college function, another one has to go attend her evening classes, another one has to go to the nearby gaming club to play tennis, and another college orientation blah blah blah — It has always been a mess. Despite the fact that I hate waiting, I still always have to wait for even hours and I try my level best just to be patient, patient and patient because the worst part is that you can’t even complain to your parents as they are of the view that ” One has to cooperate with her siblings, we should adjust the timings within ourselves etc etc”
And yeah, I admit that they are right because off-course five separate cars cannot be brought for all five of their kids.Okay! so here I am — cooperating and cooperating. I don’t wanna sound like I am complaining, but I do admit that nobody else does that cooperation thing except my youngest sister.

Anyways starting with the story, At that day I was supposed to reach my friends’ place till 5pm sharp. Since my friend lives near by University and it’s far away from my home, so I always have to depart early from home. We were supposed to leave at 4pm because my driver had to drop my younger sister on our way for her evening classes. My sister was out to attend her college orientation and I strictly instructed her again and again not to be late. Finally the time came, the clock stuck 4, then 4:10, then 4:15, then 4:20, but my sister was still not home. I waited then called her and then again started waiting. Lastly, I heard the horn at 4:35pm, I could steadily feel anger and stress rolling down my nerves. I knew now I won’t get there on time as I rushed towards the front door. Suddenly i heard my brother shouting.

” Wait ! Wait ! Just 5 minutes, I have to go along for tennis.horrorwwww

Me: No way! You can go play tomorrow. You haven’t even changed yet and I don’t have time to wait again now.”

As I approached the car what I saw was my sister’s friend sitting beside her. To my surprise my sister brought her friend along so that we could drop her as well, although she knew that I was getting late. By the way my sister looks like this 😛 Lol.. Just kidding it is just a random picture which looks pretty scary.Back with the story, So now I had to wait for my brother first, then drop him to the nearby gaming club, followed by my sister’s friend, then drop my sister and last will be my turn. Now I could feel anger growing and flowing with my blood.

I inquired my sister, ” Why are you that late? ” , she replied “They were not letting us out.”

Me: Come on! Why would they do such a thing, you people are not even their students yet.

she explained, “They didn’t let us out till it was 4:30pm”.

I exclaimed “Stop lying. Professional Colleges don’t do childish stuff like this, you people are not in kindergarten.”

She tried to make an excuse,”No there was full hustle and bustle there and everybody was in such a rush.”

I replied,”So what? Haven’t you ever been to a crowdy place? Was it the first time of your life?.”

She said abruptly, “You can ask my friend.”

Me: Why would I? Do I seem like a kid to you? I have studied in colleges and I still am. You knew I was waiting ans still you didn’t come on time and here you are, making lame excuses right in front of me.”
Her:I have already told you how that was and now I am just least bothered to explain. I don’t care whatever you think after this, I am just least concerned.

Me: Yeah! Just because you can’t come up with another story now.


I am quite aware of the fact that kids don’t like being scold in front of their friends but I just did that without thinking because I could not hold my anger.My sister is a type of person that would hurt herself and then would just start crying over what she has done.Image

I wanted to ask her why she has brought her friend along but I didn’t (P.S I already knew that her friend belongs to a wealthy family and has no transport issues) , May be because my anger did not drive me out of my senses at that time. I knew that her friend would be uncomfortable if I said something and my words may ruin the bond of friendship that they share. But still my anger grew as I saw my younger sibling lying and then arguing over her own mistake. Finally I uttered,

“But the driver is gonna drop me first because you were late.”

She replied rationally,” No way! You just have to go randomly to your friends’,but I’ll get late for my class”

Me: “You are late already, and you made it that way.”

She replied loudly and arrogantly,” Think whatever you wanna, You can go check it all for yourself and I’ll see how the bloody driver drops you first.”

Hearing these words, my frustration and anger was outraged and knowing that the driver is standing nearby and my sister’s friend is sitting right next to me, I still started shouting
“Do I seem like a bloody Bastard to you that I will go back to the College just to check? Do you see Bastard in “bold letters” written on my forehead??”.

She replied calmly,“Seems so.”

I replied immediately,“Sorry , I don’t roam around with your forehead attached to me.”

Nobody said a word after that. She and her friend were amazed at how I reacted and so was I. I couldn’t think of anything else so I didn’t argue or tell the driver to drop me first, I preferred staying quite instead. We dropped our brother, then my sister’s friend, then my sister and finally I reached my friends’ at 6:00pm – a whole hour late.

I never react like that on anything. I have always been very patient in this regard, At least that’s what my driver says.

“My daughter! You always wait for hours for everybody. You have always been very patient.”

But what happened that day? I still can’t decide why I reacted that way? May be it’s because there comes a time when your patience speaks for itself. When you do not react for a long time, there comes a time when you react additionally for all the previous things for which you have never reacted. Your reaction may be abrupt and irrational as well but you are justified in your own sense. Aggression for a long time turns into exaggerations and these exaggerations may blur your vision, slur your speech and may cause you to overlook the events.

When you bury your anger, your words for a long time within you there comes a time when you have to pay for your own patience, The words you utter after that are devastating, They can make people forget all that you’ve done for them. YES! I agree that patience is a noble virtue but only within certain limits. You should not be that patient that others start thinking of you as a cold-hear-ted one. I know if my friend is reading this right now she would start lecturing that I should act upon whatever I am saying over here.

But Alas! It’s all in my nature and I can’t change it. Today I think if I ever had a chance to make my nature by myself, I would never be patient, I would be naive, I would be outspoken, because I know I can’t be like this throughout my life.


During a seminar, a woman asked,

” How do I know if I am with the right person?”

The author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, “It depends. Is that your partner?” In all seriousness, she answered “How do you know?” Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it’s weighing on your mind
replied the author.

ImageHere’s the answer.

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you
fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls,
 want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn’t have to DO anything.That’s why it’s called “falling” in love.

People in love sometimes say, “I was swept of my feet.”Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.


Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It’s a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, “Am I with the right person?” And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you
may begin to desire that experience with someone
else. This is when relationships breakdown.


People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.

Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.

I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):

The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the Person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, Imageeffort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know..
WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.


Love is therefore a “decision”. Not just a feeling.

Remember this always: God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO!

The Soup Story

I occasionally consider my mother as a super duper angry lady.Okay lets just say one odd day in three months.Once in a blue moon my mother suddenly realizes an odd thing and OMG!! that means we are all in great trouble.
This Monday my mother suddenly realized that I have turned 21 now and I don’t take any specific interest in the household chores,cleaning,laundry and on top of the list COOKING.(Okay I do admit that I am not much interested in cooking but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it.I can make all sorts of tea,noodles,a few cakes,a few limited traditional dishes and yeah the best achievement so far,I can make yummy crispy french fries 😉 .Although I don’t get the cooking thing very good at the first place but I guess it happens with everybody).
Anyways so I was assigned the job to make Cabbage Soup for the dinner and was supposed to show up for work at 6:00pm sharp.

Normally I am not habitual of sleeping in the afternoons but yeah I do sleep sometimes.I kept my eyes wide maasiopen,drank a lot of water so that peeing again and again would refrain me from sleeping 🙂 but finally all my tries were in vain and my dreams caught me tight at 5:45pm.Time passed by and the clock crossed 6pm and then 6:15pm and so on.My dreams loosened their grip at 6:30pm and I rushed bare footed towards the kitchen,”Oh my! My mommy is so gonna kill me”,I exclaimed to myself.Luckily my mother was no where to be found in the kitchen.Wow-sh,a moment of relief,I took a deep breath and started working.I’ve never felt more of a Chef before.

Okay so I’ve got the chicken stock out from the fridge,my chicken all set into tiny little thread shaped pieces,the cabbages’ all ready,the salts and peppers equally done.Finally now it’s time to give some viscosity,Oh yeah here comes the cornflour.

To my surprise,the soup was still very runny even after adding enough amount of cornflour.I am not very prone to cooking disasters and never had any experience to deal with them so the last and the least thing I could do was just calling my mother.
“Mama! Can you please come and have a look at the consistency of the soup for me?

Mama: I am sick and hell tired of you all,Don’t you eat the same soup everyday?? Don’t you even know how it looks? Haven’t you even noted it’s consistency for once in your life?. I don’t know anything, just do it and make exactly how you see it everyday.”
Hahh .. That was enough of an answer I guess.So, I kept on adding more and more of cornflour and guess what??

Nothing happened.It’s consistency was still the same as flowing water with a fried egg floating on it.I had a hard time dishing it out and serving it.Its mere look was nothing more than an utmost disappointment.

I didn’t dish it out for myself because I knew how it really was 🙂 Instead I stood by the side of the wall so that nobody could see me but only I could hear what they have to say about the so called SOUP…. Surprisingly, there was not even a single word.After a few moments I gathered my senses and settled at the dinning.


There was no point of thinking that there might not be any flaw in the soup because I could clearly see how runny it was,the chicken was all dissolved because of over-boiling and the cabbage all settled at the bottom,the egg took the form of huge clusters and the salt was no where to be found.Suddenly my mother’s statement broke my thought bubbles.bs

“Mama: If only you could have added more cornflour.Did you even add the cabbage or chicken??

Me: You should have told me before.I mean I am not the Chef of a 5 star Hotel or something,I am just an inexperienced kid.
Dad: Okay okay silence! The soup is just marvelous.”

I smiled at the way my Dad tried to cheer me up but since I knew he was lying so that wasn’t just enough.
Everybody ate to their fullest and to the extreme height of my amusement,nobody left the soup in their plates or even the soup pot.While I was busy in analyzing the whole lot that has just happened,my little brother came to me and said:
“You know the Soup was all good but it just had only one flaw.It was so not viscous,Otherwise it would have been a blast.”
I couldn’t say a word in reply,Instead I just smiled and said to myself “Hah! What a supportive family I’ve got”,and pushed myself back to the cleaning stuff.

Today yet again.I was assigned the same Soup Maker Job,I made into the kitchen sharp at 6:00pm like a boss :). Did everything with utmost confidence that I could ever have.I still can’t figure out how did that happen but I felt wonderful :). My lil brother came again and asked:

“Hmm so what are you making today?
Me: Yet another soup.
He: Oh! so a perfect edition this time?
Me: Yeah hopefully. 🙂 “

Then I got my chicken perfectly done.


The cabbage perfectly cut,but I cut that into big squares so that it would float in the soup.


A tempting accidental picture inside the pot when I ended up adding the cabbage to it.


Here’s what the steam does to your camera when you almost to place the camera in the pot and try to capture what’s cooking inside (the lens all covered with steam and the picture blurred). 🙂


And finally I was so happy with it’s consistency that I felt like kissing the cornflour and screaming on top of my lungs. 🙂done

And so here’s the time to serve and eat.Don’t you want it too?


And Yeah! Finally I realize and admit that whatever mothers do is always for the benefit and well being of their little ones.My mother wanted me to do things well,So she scolded me,She punished me and so here I am now.

Weakly Writing Challenge.


As I stood by your grave

Just wrote a few words for 27th December; the death anniversary of my beloved Grandmother.

As i stood by your grave,
I couldn’t feel the world nearby,
Your hands, your memoir, saved in my heart,
I scrap them again, and still I cry,
Your hands were weak, wrinkled all around,
And the wounds of your arms, tendered with age,
Yet your feeble arms,
The most cordial, the most sheltering,
I devise them again, and still I cry.
Your voice, your words, your clamors as you cried,
As you brought up three orphans by your side,
As you cried while your son died,
Held his daughters in your hands, and prayed an cried,
Your advices …all forbear-ed, all denied,
I hear them again, and still I cry.
Your mere existence, a sanctuary for all of us,
Your subtle touch,
Your feeble words,
Your gentle smile,
And me, bereaved of it all,
I admit it again, and still I cry.
Today.. Yet another day,
Deprived of your love,
Yet I cry again.