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You do not meet us : A poem to honour my grandfather
You do not lay down on the bed
You do not stain it ,nor tilt on it
The comforting bump on the mattress is gone
You do not see it
Your lips don't curl into a smile
Nor snake into a grimace due to your pain
They do not curve around words
Nor a voice comes out of it
Tears don't cascade from your eyes
Your voice doesn't erupt into laughter
Your hand doesn't stroke our head
Maybe it was destined to be a part of the past
Your soft gentle sight doesn't fall on us
Your voice doesn't compliment us
They all are buried deep inside you
Just like you are shrouded in the soil beneath us
Your emotions are fading
Your hugs a mist
Slowly and gradually they are departing
Just like you did
You do not stain it ,nor tilt on it
The comforting bump on the mattress is gone
You do not see it
Your lips don't curl into a smile
Nor snake into a grimace due to your pain
They do not curve around words
Nor a voice comes out of it
Tears don't cascade from your eyes
Your voice doesn't erupt into laughter
Your hand doesn't stroke our head
Maybe it was destined to be a part of the past
Your soft gentle sight doesn't fall on us
Your voice doesn't compliment us
They all are buried deep inside you
Just like you are shrouded in the soil beneath us
Your emotions are fading
Your hugs a mist
Slowly and gradually they are departing
Just like you did
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