The summer heat is hotter these days,
When you all are gone to a far off place,
Your things remind me of your laughs and pranks,
Around the house in which you run and dance.
I talk to you, you talk to me,
Over the phone wires carrying your Hinglish,
That is all I get from you and there it ends,
No hugs, angry looks, mistakes or making amends.
I am trying to go back to my olds ways and times,
My friends, coffee, pizza, beer and cheap wine,
Long drives, fast food, not caring about dollars or dimes,
Junk food, dirty dishes, movies and late nights.
But I guess I am now a child and you my toy,
All I can see and want is my bubbly joy,
The nursery rhymes, cartoon characters, innumerable but unique,
The parks, kids, bubbles and the swings in it.
The blue cart with your Dora in it,
Taking it around the the Safeway aisles,
Your friends all as bubbly and foolish like you,
Who love “Wheels on the Bus” and going to school.
Cannot wait for the day when you’ll see me,
And will extricate yourself from your Mommy,
And would come running toward me, on the airport floor so shiny,
And would embrace me, your poor Papa a.k.a Puppy.
Then we’ll go together to our humble abode,
Which your Mommy will clean for an hour or so,
Then we’ll eat some candies and watch some cartoons,
Brush our teeth and come up with stories about the Sun and the Moon.
Sounds like a fairy tale to me today,
When there is no sign of you, and it’s just me and the air,
All lofty ambitions have gone to sleep,
I blame it all on you and am done with it.
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