Rewind
Rewind
You see the empty nest
You don't see the empty breast
That held them in sickness
And in times of happiness
They've left built their own nests
Mine is an empty shell
Rewinding and rewinding
To sweet memories held
You see their room made
Bedsheet and pillows straight
Books neatly arranged on shelves
I want the chaos back again
Uniforms, socks, shoes, belts
Lying here and there, in disarray
Tiffin boxes unopened
Ate lunch out of someone else's
Those pictures you see framed
Makes me want to laugh and wail
Each one of them has a story to tell
Recalling those precious moments
Walking proudly up on stage
To receive the Trophy for debate
I try to dust them once in a while
Dust falls off; memories remain