They say Grandparents love, grandchildren more than their children. I was no exception.
My Dadi(Grandma) was very simple women born in 40’s. She was oldest child in her family and got married my Dada (Grandpa) when she was around 6-7 year old.
She was very conservative as the people from old times and used to speak very less. All her life she spent with Dada and in her final years also she was just worried about Dada and took care of him.
She never spoke to anyone what she wanted and what she care about. And we also were always focused more on Dada due to his health issue.
When she passed away last year I have written a poetry to overcome my pain and guilt which I had for not doing enough for her.
Ae mai teri bohot yaad aati h,
Tu chup chap har dard seh jaati thi,
Baki sab pehle, Khud baad me aati thi..
Jab mai aau tujhse milne bas ek hi sawal puche jaati thi,
Fir kab aaunga isi intezaar me reh jati thi,
Ae mai..
Akhiri jab tujhse baat hui tu bohot kuch kehna chahti thi,
Mai hi apne aap me khoya tha aur us waqt ko jane dediya,
Jab tu thi teri kimat hamne ki hi nahi,
Ab lagta h kash ye kar deta wo kardeta tere liye,
Lekin ab to tu hi nahi,
Ae Mai..
Aisa nahi hi ki hamne acha waqt nahi gujara,
Lekin ab to sab kuch kam lagta h..
Jab tu samne thi tab ham duniyadari me the,
Ab jo tu nahi h har pal tere bare soch ke rote h..
Ae Mai..
Ham sab hai apraadhi tere jo tujhko samjh na pae,
Tu raat bhar dard me rahi lekin ham kuch kar na pae..
Ae Mai..
