Seventeenth Of July
Seventeenth Of July
Last night,
In my sleep,
I saw a dream.
Yes you were there,
Strolling as usual.
A sweet tender face;
With a habitual smile;
Eternally optimist soul;
A generous persona;
I always adore!
I shouted from the end;
Of our cemented street.
But I guess you didn’t hear.
How could my voice, could
Not reach your ears?
I ran towards you;
Stunned looking at the one,
Whom I had lost
Ten years back.
This is intricating, I felt.
Finally a look from you,
Made my heart bounce.
But suddenly it stopped;
Yes, it stopped beating,
Though I had been racing!
Your prompt move dazed me.
How could you just
Vanish out of my sight?
I recalled your last shift,
Still snivelling at the view.
Did you want to invade,
What’s beneath the street;
Or see how I looked in agony?
Yes, you, again snooted,
This time, into the earth.
You didn’t give me moment,
To say those three words;
Which I’ve been saying,
On every Seventeenth of July,
Looking at our photo.
I crouched down at the spot,
Where you left smiling.
And uttered to the ground,
Not heaven this time,
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!”