“Namaste Uncle Ji…”

It came from my depth, and
to deep it settled down –
A thought
I kept on gasping the meaning
out of my wheezing heart, that
He is no more, now
to attend to my voice
My invariable greeting to my friend’s father
as and when I used to meet him saying: ‘Namaste Uncle Ji. How are you doing in health’,
Praising him with respectful eyes and folded hands.

Only this hospital morning
at wee hours
He breath his last.

“Namaste Uncle Ji…”
Tears flowing

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