If you come after so many years
Like a lost child,
The key of my heart is not with me
My kids hungry for love keep it,
They bring all seasons
Better than our spring.
I fondle them as green grass
In the lawn of life
Softer than the breeze of kisses
On your cheeks of spring,
No more I am scattered
Like sand in front of your home,
In vain verbiage of adornment
Inquest of treasure not to get,
Words are gems so pure
My little kids speak to me.
Your memory is now
Like the left out fire in hearth
In our village yard
Waiting a cold blast of wind
To be extinguished.
I thank you
For breaking my heart,
It needs to be broken once
To write a poem on you.
Composed and copy right by Rajendra k. Padhi
