First poem not shown to Dad

 

You couldn’t invest in real estate
Nor buy posh cars
Nor did you take us to tour in some lavish mountain or ocean
But
Opened your pot and fed us sweetmeats
One by one every night...

And suddenly snatching all sweetness
You disappeared
And with my tall torso, I stood alone
Like hanging meat-

I searched beneath my feet- emptiness
I gaze in the sky- vast emptiness...

Papa, living Bush or Laden
Could not destroy my world
You did it
Just by going away...

(Baba-ke Na Porano Prothom Kobita, Jototuku Mene Nite Paro)