Like a child today I play make believe, <br />And have bought all your favourite things. <br />Guavas, purple grapes, dark chocolates, I bring <br />Telling myself, while arranging, not to grieve… <br /> <br />So young, vivacious, funny and vibrant <br />With infectious zest, prodding everyone to live <br />Ailing heart, yet forever ready to share and give <br />Spasmodic breathe… last words to our parents, <br /> <br />Lament not, thank you both for everything… <br />But now I must go… a soft smile…God awaits. <br />I need rest, feeling weak, its kind of getting late <br />Drifted like an autumn leaf, though it was spring. <br /> <br />I look at all the colourful fruits in the crystal bowl <br />With quivering lips I try my best, sis to hold <br />Back my tears, for elders have always told <br />If you cry and mourn, it hurts the soul… <br /> <br />Is it really really three decades today, <br />when this day you were called away... <br /> <br /> <br />28.02.09 <br /> <br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/playing-make-believe/
