The Return

Loss of a dear one forever The death that I mean Not always ready to accept The mind such difficult to contain Visited a friend's house once saw the father in old age Having pleasant talks one by one Sons and daughters and their well being. He told me the the second one a son Gone for a bath in the nearby lake But still have to come back And expecting in his mind anytime His arrival the most beautiful expectation. The friend told me in private Father never accepted the truth Though he is perfectly normal in senses He still expects the return of the son Who lost his life in lake while bathing In such a long years back the incident. The memory of loss of the dear son Never prepared to accept in the mind Tells the people who talks about children My son yet to come back after his bath.