Sunday, May 3, 2009

I don't know why......

The 'Tulasi' flowers he made immortal;
I keep them on my desktop,
In my pendrive and in my mobile.
Just 'coz of their beauty?
I don't know why.....
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The 'boy' who sat to my left;
In the 'almost deserted' ,
Afternoon service bus,
Betraying 'Hund's rule';
I remember him,
While sitting on a seat for two,
I don't know why.......
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The 'boy' who takes an afternoon nap,
Leaning with his back on that swivel chair,
With hands folded perfectly and;
With his foot over the study table,
Those 'shabby sports shoe'd feet crossed;
I watch him sleeping peacefully;
In his yellow checkered shirt,
And gray jeans,
With child like innocence on his face.
Then an urge to run my fingers,
Through his wavy hair;
To plant a soft kiss on his forehead,
And to pamepr him seizes me.
I wish he were my son;
I don't know why....
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And when I think about him,
In lonely moonlit nights,
I feel hot tears trickling,
Down on my face.
I don't know why.....

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