I Miss Him

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It is almost a year and half That he breathed his last We were all by his bed side When he breathed with mouth open and wide We were all in tears It was worst founded fear He was to die natural death With deterioration in health My youngest child had so much affection She will always want his attention He too may take her in lap and play Never with intention to go away We are firmly placed deep rooted family With all comforts and blessings from almighty He used to address sometimes Bad consequences may follow any time I used to brush it off with his suggestion But he had imagined it with lots of recognition It spoke of hidden pain and lots of endurance Life was for him on elevator and hung on chance I now sensed for bad omen He had not spoken about this before even I really took him seriously now Life was about to pose problem but to be tackled how! It was troubling me and turning impossible For all of us to undergo pain and trouble He was going away from us forever Not from impossible diseases or fever My daughter used to remain always happy But from now onward she became completely unhappy She might have seen this as an irreparable loss I could not weep before her at any cost She might come to me and cry endlessly I tried to persuade her by stories successively She may look at me and try to say" I miss him" We all may gather around and pacify anyway

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