I was busy in his small jobs
fetching tea , home made
serving the peoples at his farm
carrying empty gunny bags
Dad knew
small jobs are infact big ones
but his whisper
daughters should not be pursued
And now a days
even my kiran
she remains hooked
I never got that guts to tell
its ok you are far away in USA
I know homesickness is a bloody nonsense disease
I used to weep
sitting under a bloody old tree of mango , eaten by termites
I have sketched
a real science
the tree is probably still there
location is
Aggarwal boys hostel
sector 15
Chandigarh
India, Earth
but better not carry
your bloody i pods
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