Dear Babu Jee,
Today once again
I travelled deep into the memory lane
To pick some glorious moment from the past.
And just found your cotton Kurta
Hanging on the peg.
Both of its pockets looked laden
With the burden
And borne by the hanger
All alone like you.
The pockets were full of papers,
Full of letters
And list of daily needs:
Of books and copies ,
Of monthly groceries
Which you kept promising to bring
The next week or coming Sundays
Even after mother’s frustrating retort
The Promises habitually lingered on,
But you remained calm as ever.
When she’ll run out of her patience
And find her composure totally lost,
You would bring some groceries home,
You would bring some peace.
The peg stood witness
For all the burns and burden
That Babujee had in his heart and mind.
Whenever you received letters
Of grandpa and grandma
You reverently felt blessed
And also knew it well
There must be some demand
On the back.
Yet as a burden bearing beast
You religiously fulfilled their needs
And the peg knew it all.
Day by day
Demands and desires kept spiralling
With the passage of time,
But it could hardly bother his mind.
When Babujee came home with my result
And showed it to mom,
The glimpse of glitter was evident on their faces.
You read my first poem loudly
Breaking the silence of sleeping night.