THE SECOND LAST MEETING

THE SECOND LAST MEETING

I see the bed;
Half White, Half red,

I see this life;
As laughing at yours and
Mine,

I see myself in you;
Always

And it’s true,
As I am from you;
So I call you my dad,

And you call me your son;

I cry when I remember this word called, dad
Because the last time when I said to you, it was eight years back,
And today I still cry and have an
Urge to call you dad at least once,
With you respond to me as ‘yes son!!’

As I remember the bed again;

That chance which I got to see you
For the second last time in my life,
I hardly said anything that day,
But hardly I knew that in our last meeting
You will be asleep
And I would be left crying for over you and for ever

-SAHIL KHANNA

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