"I Missed You So Much"

 I remember meeting her first

Clearly when I was four or five

She arrived every year till May from March and always in time.

‘Ma’ greeted her warmly within our premises of home

Treated her lovingly and kept her with gratitude

Moments before she left she filled our home with fruits

And said lovingly, “Do expect me next year, dude”.

I grew up slowly

Left the village and came to town

Left the home and bought the ‘flat’-my only crown

Very busy I am

From day to night

For those ‘colourful papers’ are now my only strive.

But, she arrives still

Every year till May from March

Waits for me to welcome her

But I am very busy still.

So I slam the door on her face

And don’t even turn around to see

Whether she is O.K?

For the greed of those ‘colourful papers’ are now my only strive.

Today I am retired,

Jailed within this ’four by four’ home of mine.

I owe today plenty of ‘time’

But ‘my own people’ are all elope from mine

Into their life those ‘colourful papers’ have now found its way

I sit alone the whole day long

And sometimes the ’stupid box’ speaks along.

Suddenly she arrives

Right on time again

Waits for me, to open the flat’s gateway.

I open my door to let her in

She seems to me the same beauty queen

Her green saree added to her glow

Years later, shrine beauty of her hadn’t aged up though

It made me remember my childhood days

I ride back to my village home again

Passing through the mudded route

My home my sweet home I see

My mother warm hug is awaiting me

I can see my mother shouting aloud,

 “Ohh my sweet boy, come to my couch”.

Rain started falling from my long trodden deserted eyes

I cannot do anything but only wait by

They flowed ruthless without any end

As if they said to me,” You have long made us stand”.

Among the tears I saw a sweet ‘pink’ child

Peep through her saree and startled mine

 “Hey sweetheart did you miss me so much?” was child’s question to mine

Seeing thy Nature’s beauty I could do nothing but be only surprised  

The child is mocking me, “Hey you betrayed my mother for years”

“So now you are in tears”

The calm blowing wind found it’s way through my windows

Saying, “Don’t cry don’t cry I am here”

Instead of stopping they flooded me though

Since they have waited long for this day to flow

But there is no one to see me

For those ‘colourful papers’ are now their only strive

I bent on my knees to touch the child

And gasped hard and said, “Ohh please forgive me now”

 “And really, Spring I missed you so much”.