222 Days

That Grey suit, with those tattered red hair band with a tender smile,

The stay with us till your school life,

Those candid arguments with me for a long strife,

I cherish those memories for a while.

The epicure for papads and chocolates,

Bothered demeanour for cleanse and exfoliates,

Your agitated talks for those serrated clothes in infantile,

I still cherish those memories for a while.

At times being funny and crazy,

For gym diets being sophisticated and lazy,

Intermittently being sensitive and fragile,

I indeed cherish those memories for a while.

The emotional breakdown in your 10th grade,

But tackling those difficulties as time fade,

Eternally been loving Mom and Dad in your memory files,

I still cherish you for a while.

The reminisce of your call when you excelled and cleared law,

The kind of joy in your voice I saw,

Being in London for 7 months and 9 days,

The impotence of the whole family to see your face,

The memories and your conscience are worthwhile,

We're hoping to meet you soon in meanwhile,

Until then we'll still cherish you for a while.