A Tribute to My Beloved Granny
because he left the world when I
saw the fifth spring.
I have a hazy memory of my grandpa
because he departed
when the seventh spring
unfolded itself in front of me.
His crooked legs and bent body
breeze in my memory
but I crave for his voice.
His words echoing a depth of dreamy age
never reached me.
I wish my memory could go further
back in time
and dig out the treasure
of my papa's love for me
and grandpa's gifts of jokes
and tales.
All I do is I wish.
My grandmother
from my mother's side
lived long.
She bathed me
in the pool of her affection.
Her words were tender
and voice sweet as honey.
They have clung to my heart.
Although she left us three years back
she did leave her trace behind.
Time separated me from
my papa and grandpa.
Grandma filled the emptiness
of my heart with her long life.
She lost her teeth,
her memory,
returned to a child's waywardness.
Threw tantrums at times.
Yet, the innocence
played in her voice
my memory cups
and sips in isolation.
The criminal tradition in the hill
married her off when
she was child.
Unaware of love
and unaware of marriage
she was left afloat
on the waters of married life.
A widow life long,
kept weeding
her grandchildren's lives.
Saw us flowering.
Saw us putting on wings.
Saw us flying off,
in search of an unknown
destination.
Smiled with us.
Wept for us.
I do not believe
we cremated her.
The architecture of
her physique
was set ablaze.
Her voice transformed into
smoke and went up
in the air to vanish.
I crave for
the poetry of her warm
words.
I crave for the world
with her.
I try hard to hear
her words
coming from that distant
time and reaching us
afresh.
Coming from that distant
age and unfolding
all weird tales of her time
to us.
Unveiling the magic
in them.
I try hard.
Out from the
the speed,
the race,
the bustle,
whenever I touch the
petals of my private moment,
I reflect on the missing note.
I melt and cry for her.
copyright Mukul Dahal 2006
Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 16:08
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Missing Note
I hardly remember any moment with my papabecause he left the world when I
saw the fifth spring.
I have a hazy memory of my grandpa
because he departed
when the seventh spring
unfolded itself in front of me.
His crooked legs and bent body
breeze in my memory
but I crave for his voice.
His words echoing a depth of dreamy age
never reached me.
I wish my memory could go further
back in time
and dig out the treasure
of my papa's love for me
and grandpa's gifts of jokes
and tales.
All I do is I wish.
My grandmother
from my mother's side
lived long.
She bathed me
in the pool of her affection.
Her words were tender
and voice sweet as honey.
They have clung to my heart.
Although she left us three years back
she did leave her trace behind.
Time separated me from
my papa and grandpa.
Grandma filled the emptiness
of my heart with her long life.
She lost her teeth,
her memory,
returned to a child's waywardness.
Threw tantrums at times.
Yet, the innocence
played in her voice
my memory cups
and sips in isolation.
The criminal tradition in the hill
married her off when
she was child.
Unaware of love
and unaware of marriage
she was left afloat
on the waters of married life.
A widow life long,
kept weeding
her grandchildren's lives.
Saw us flowering.
Saw us putting on wings.
Saw us flying off,
in search of an unknown
destination.
Smiled with us.
Wept for us.
I do not believe
we cremated her.
The architecture of
her physique
was set ablaze.
Her voice transformed into
smoke and went up
in the air to vanish.
I crave for
the poetry of her warm
words.
I crave for the world
with her.
I try hard to hear
her words
coming from that distant
time and reaching us
afresh.
Coming from that distant
age and unfolding
all weird tales of her time
to us.
Unveiling the magic
in them.
I try hard.
Out from the
the speed,
the race,
the bustle,
whenever I touch the
petals of my private moment,
I reflect on the missing note.
I melt and cry for her.
copyright Mukul Dahal 2006
Poetry by Mukul Dahal
Read 953 times
Written on 2006-12-01 at 16:08
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