Even though on this day, <br />In the eyes of the world you die; <br />You - my Bua - my second Mother. <br />Yet, this son, does not cry. <br />Why? Why do I not cry you ask? <br />Are you not even worth a tear of mine? <br />You, whom I always have considered Divine? <br />No, dear Bua, you are worth my life. <br />I do not cry, perhaps, because <br />I have you cloistered in my heart - <br />Safe, absolutely safe - <br />Far away from the clutches of Death. <br />For me you have not died dear Bua. <br />You live, happy, in this heart of mine, <br />And shall only die, when I do. <br />That is why I do not cry.<br /><br />Gaurav Mittal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bua/
