You left, without a goodbye, quietly, unexpectedly.
No time to say thank you, for all the love and care,
No time to share another bowl of maggi,
No more prasad, pooja and pothi,
No tiny bits of food stowed away.
The fridge will be empty,
Things will go unnoticed,
There won’t be questions, or calls.
No one will put a bottle in the fridge, as soon as she hears I’m on my way.
I hope where you are now, there is no worry, no backache, where you eat as you please, that you’ll meet all those you loved and lost.
Goodbye, Prabha Aaji, I never thought I’d have to say goodbye to you.