A child’s pleasure -
An innocuous treasure.
A treat, a bribe –
A parent’s respite.
The most gifted
The most loved
The mud coloured delight
Makes most people’s day bright.
How then do I cope
Remembering the dear soul
Wrought to an end choking
On a chocolate of all things?
- Written on 11 May 2010
- Amrit, I still can’t quite believe you are not amongst us anymore.
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