If I had met you, that one time,
I would have told you, that you’re divine,
And I didnt know you, until this moment,
But I wish I did, before this.
My mom is crying in the kitchen,
Why couldn’t this have been an illusion?
You left the world behind, probably bearing that smile,
I hope you know we love you.
And though I couldnt tell you,
I hope you’re watching from above and hearing everything we’re saying,
Because we miss you,
I hope you’re bearing that smile while listening to us talk about you,
And I know you’re still with us,
Surrounding us with this aura of ecstacy,
Staying beside us,
Within these memories.
Rukma Vasudev 