How grand I felt when he called my name, 

Somebody who barely spoke had my attention I felt, 

I ogled at him as a child, him walking around the house made me feel safer and polite, 

He was on my side I felt, while I kept adoring his age old wisdom and quiet, 

He hardly demanded or commanded around, 

for him aging was all about drifting in his quiet self, 

He’d pat on my back for acing all subjects, he knew I’d grow up to make him proud, 

He was my granny’s pride, her companion, her love and her best friend for life, 

I miss him when I see his photo frame, hanging onto the wall and still so quiet, 

Not saying my goodbyes is a regret for life, neither I wanted him to go nor I could see him leave, 

Am I too selfish?, I’d say!

I couldn’t wish to bear the pain of losing him, that child in me still cries with every thought of him. 

He meant more to me than an old man who took my name with poise. 

I miss you, so should you know how much you meant to me, a lil more than a decade of my life.