Longing

My grandmother died...

Although I hugged her for a long time

I wish I could have been with her for a while longer.

Every time I say goodbye to her

It was infecting her eyelids

Like tears.

Despite having a long conversation with her

I wish we could have chatted a little longer,

He had already completed the multiplication

The courtyard of the house and the surroundings

Grandmother more than two or three times

As if multiplying.

Although I had kissed her many times

I want to kiss her for a while longer,

Even though I said that I had already drunk payasam

Like she gave me sweet by the spoonful.

Although I had taken many photos and videos of her

I wish I could have taken some more.

Grandma's natural laugh, cry, cough

I feel like the camera is not duplicating properly.

Sit with her for some more time

I wish she could copy her memories,

Just soak it in water for a while

Like grandma's nails that can be clipped.

I want to see and hear one more time,

She chews betel leaves and spits them out.

Making his betel nut rolls in a small bowl,

Some words, words, expressions, facial expressions

No one but Grandma can use them.

Although I have written a lot about Patti

I think I can write another poem about her.

About people who died long ago

Like the stories she tells.