The memories though few,
But with rains they renew.
The clothes hung outside,
They might get wet was your only fright.
Helping me make those fragile boats,
Showing me the risible snails and toads.
These are the memories that I have of you Mother,
The rains revive them back for me to cherish forever.
On rainy Days coming home wet on your old scooter,
And later giving us the thriving speeches though meaningful but shorter.
You used to hold me high in your arms when the sun used to shine bright,
And at the same time making me feel that everything is all right.
Father, you still are my hero a genuine person worth all the appreciation,
You made me feel protected and you laid a secure foundation.
A tiny being you were when I saw you first,
Rains made you happy and holding your boats you used to run.
And later with a red nose and sore throat you were a funny sight to see,
But still a slight excitement used to fill you with energy and glee.
I miss you the most dear brother when I see the rains,
These memories are all I have and with the immortal rains they will always reign.
-Apoorva Saxena
