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