Rupsha's world ....

The poem is dedicated to my beautiful angel Rupsha and many thanks to Babui for letting her be my daughter ......

The colour of my cloud is pink.
Let me paint it my way, Mom
If you could come and peep into my world
You would have seen

my rainbows and my raindrops.
They all have the silence that

I hear among the ocean waves
and the noise that

I hear in that angel’s whispers!
And my birds and my butterflies do always

flutter around my shoulder
In a vibrant haze.
Do you know that the meadows and the mountains
there have smells and colours?
And the caterpillar and also that groovy monkey
would wait to talk to me every day?
One day I will hold your hand and bring you
to my shadow world of magic and music.
Both of us, then, will paint our world

in an animated VIBGYOR,
exactly the way we would want to;
perfectly the way we would love to.

you will see Mom, we would sing and laugh

like we friends do at the school tiffin hour

and then,

I wont have to feel those silent tremblings

of your body and your suppressed sobs

that I often hear and don't understand

but always hate so much!

For, mine is a world of joy
without the frowns and

the raised index finger!