Monthly Archives: November 2020

The good son


You were the brother I never had
The son my father depended on
You would give your life for him
And our father would do it too

You did all that i should have done
Watching over the people we loved so much.
I slept like a baby every night
knowing you were always there

I never thanked you for all that you did
And now I never can
Well now I wish I had
But that’s my cross to bear

You were too good a man, brother
And made me jealous sometimes
When you could be so devoted
And understood father so well

It was all the times you spent
That made you both insync
Something I always wanted
… Yet fell short many a time.

We never did talk that much
But I always knew
That behind that rough exterior
Was a man who loved us so

You are gone too soon, my brother
And I don’t know what to do
Our father is a broken man
And I am shattered too..

I guess I will see you sometime
But this is so not fair
I thought we’d grow old together
In the mountains that we loved
Watching people go by their lives
As we drank and basked in the sun

Losing anyone isn’t easy
But the pure souls are the toughest
I want to reach out to your son
But I don’t know what to say
No words can fill the void
That your deeds have left behind

Farewell my friend,
We will meet I know sometime
When Shobhan and bhaiyyaji
Will finally get a drink
And that plate of momos too

Until then I’ve got to fill in for you
And I don’t know where to start
If only I had a manual
For all your endless heart….