Here is a link to my poetry book.
Read and Enjoy, Poetic stories of an eccentric MBA.
A poem to a MBA batchmate shot dead
Dear departed Manju,
This is all I have to say
See you in heaven, man
We’ll be batchmates there someday.
We’ll play some football,
You would shout aloud once more.
To pass the ball, to pass it to you
And we’ll have tea afterwards, in the heavenly dhaba store.
You will sing again,
And we’ll drink again.
Goodbye till we meet again.
Mother, I was your beloved child.
Then I got married and left you behind.
But in my heart you always stay,
Your example helps me be a mother today.
You cared for us, with loving hands and patient ears
You protected us for so many years.
Now when I try and am a mother to my son.
I cannot help but think of us as one.
So even though we now live apart.
We are together, in soul and heart.
I love you just as my child loves his mother
Though far away, in thoughts together.
May you always be,
Healthy and well.
Your 100 more birthdays,
Celebrate we shall.
You were sometimes strict
But always for our good.
May you live long.
God bless and touch wood.