Missing...

 With the vacations fast approaching,

I can't help but think of what I'll be missing this year.

This crisis has left me thinking,

And has brought in my mind a bit of fear.

Perhaps it's for my own safety,

That I won't be going back to our country.

But even though I justify it,

It won't decrease my misery.

I won't be boarding the flight this time,

Nor will I enjoy the sights of Singapore this year.

No longer will I be excited for these vacations,

When I won't even be going to the ones I hold dear.

Sitting in this small room abroad,

I can't help but recall,

The smile spread broad,

On the face of my paa,

When he would turn up at the airport,

To take me home to maa.

How I used to feel so loved,

Travelling through our car all the way to our abode.

And there in my home,

With a nice plate of lunch,

Maa would bid me welcome,

With a sweet smile nd a warm hug.

I miss the grandeur of our temples,

Which would welcome me in all their majesty.

And would give me some lessons,

Teaching me both pride and humility.

I remember the wrinkled faces,

Of my sweet grandmas.

Whose old age seemed to vanish,

Just by hearing of my arrival.

Maybe I won't get to see these beauties this year,

But even after all this distance, they all are still very near...

Written by - Sumedhrao Malandkar