Chachan

Come back, come home.
Return to this broken heart
'Tis not your time yet.

I awed you, my Chachan
Like an old song, not God would replace
You float in my memories, hazily.

Just to lay these tear filled eyes

On you
Anything, would I stake
Just come back.

I see you in me,
I see your energy in everyone here.
I see your smile frozen in a picture
A time when we laughed together.

Cheating time, if we didn't part

If I were your little mol again;
We'd watch the fields, as the sun set.

Photographs can never do justice;

Swinging on your lungi

Sitting upon strong shoulders

Looking into those wise eyes;

Pictures are worthless.

Embrace me in those wrinkled arms
As your final goodbye
I miss you too much.

GLOSSARY
Chachan : father

Mol : daughter (pronounce "mole")
Lungi : Long coloured cloth used by indian men as clothing to wrap around the waist. (pronounce "loon-gee")