Dadi, where are you?
Dadi, where is the light that radiates from your room Every time I come back home after a long day? When again will you ask me if I want a champi? Where is the smile that melts my heart? Where are the twenty rupees that you'd hide in my bag Whenever I refused to take them? Dadi, where are you? I remember asking you as a child, "दादी, जब सब काम पे जाते हैं और मैं school जाती हूँ, तब क्या आपको घर पे अकेले रहने में डर नहीं लगता?" You calmly laughed and pointed to the moorthi of Maruti that always lay in your room And you said, "जब मेरे भगवान मेरे साथ हैं, तो फ़िक्र किस बात का?" Now all I hope, is for that God of yours To keep you well, In the heaven that you always said You'd eventually have to go to.
