AUGUST (For my late son ) / Poem by Lily Swarn

Poem by Lily Swarn
(For my late son )
It’s the month you were born
A hushed breeze fragrant with promise
Blew across the wet palm fronds
Dew drops scintillated on banana leaves
Pirouetting like ballerinas on toes
Gobind my Govinda
Born close to krishna’s birthday
Beckoned by the Bengalis as Gobindo
Your friends called you Gobs
The naughty neighbour teased
Oye Gobhiiii
You were my white falcon
The handsome Shahbaaz
Striding into my life and heart
With sure sturdy steps
The horizons reddened joyously
When you signed your name with a flourish
“Gobind Rules” , you wrote
Whenever you left your mark
Your stamp is bright and permanent
I can’t erase it son !
Copyright Lily Swarn 5.8.2016

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