Mama and Papaji

The feeling of strangeness lingers,

Even after selling all the memories, 

What to do with my heart, and this lump in my throat, 

They are yours

Papaji, mama, can't remove your memories, not only my heart

But every nerve, fed by your love and care,

So much wealth, did I make, leaving it all every night, 

I live in this kutiya, for a few hours of blissfully forgetting the world,

Listening to you pious people talking, 

Ah kya sukoon hai yahi to zeena hai, apna pan(sigh),

I touch your feet with my forehead ,

I slid into slumber with a wet pillow, pranam.