! ! ! ! Playing Make Believe...! ! ! !

Like a child today I play make believe, And have bought all your favourite things. Guavas, purple grapes, dark chocolates, I bring Telling myself, while arranging, not to grieve… So young, vivacious, funny and vibrant With infectious zest, prodding everyone to live Ailing heart, yet forever ready to share and give Spasmodic breathe… last words to our parents, Lament not, thank you both for everything… But now I must go… a soft smile…God awaits. I need rest, feeling weak, its kind of getting late Drifted like an autumn leaf, though it was spring. I look at all the colourful fruits in the crystal bowl With quivering lips I try my best, sis to hold Back my tears, for elders have always told If you cry and mourn, it hurts the soul… Is it really really three decades today, when this day you were called away... 28.02.09 Mamta Agarwal