Lifeless he fell down today,
Maa was near him, as always,
It is scary,
How we could just cease to exist one day,
Maa Baba, my grandparents,
They are supposed to be always together,

Also, someone who raised me through childhood,
Helped me solve my math sums,
He would wake us up in the mornings,
And say,
Kiddo, it is okay, if you don’t want to go to school today,
Take rest, it’s alright,
He would drop me off at school,
No doctor visits or operations on his grandkids were allowed without his permission,
We would cycle to farms,
Or sometimes randomly, he would take the bus,
To go to the market, to buy some berries,
He bought me my first ever heels,
And so many infinite Nicknames he had for me,
‘laado’, ‘mohankanwar’, and so many so them,

He was happiest when we all stayed together at home,
He was saddest whenever I would go away from home,
But still, happy looking at us grow to move forward,
He loved us all,
He loved us a lot,

He could not travel a lot,
But he visited my college,
Travelling eight hours to see where I study,
I knew he was troubled,
His bone churning labour in his adulthood,
Never taking care of himself,
Always taking infinite care of everyone around,
Never sharing his problems,

And today, when he lay lifeless there,
I did not recognise him anymore,
It was not my Baba,
All the warmth, all the care,
All the love, all the belonging to me,
To Maa, to each one of us, to this world,
There seemed to be a lost connect,

Or maybe he is moving forward,
Maybe he is growing,
and moving towards light, positivity, hope, Moksh, and God,
And like it was hard for him to let us all go,
Explore the world, without worrying and getting sad,
Yes, it will be difficult, and almost impossible,
But you know what,
I would love for him to explore,
Raise above the pains of the human body,
And find ultimate peace, rejoin with light,
A way back to be with God,
Om Shaanti