Have Moved

Have moved
                  ...........  Sangita Bhatt.

Was there, left some things behind,

Some faces, whose names would be missed.

Some happy losses, some treasures ditched.

Numbers missing, changed

Messages not received

Appointments unattended.

Found...

A new paradise;

A name attached to a place,

Another number;

Everything full of possibilities,

Got some treasures, know some faces,

This is it I say, this ...looks like it...

Get my account, now I be;

Get my mail, my boxes shipped, now I be,

My young ones change their grades and school.

They will have friends and neighborhood.

         Couple months later, I found a contact number,

Of a known; said "..glad to talk.. Since I have moved"...

Have left all faces, memories be;

Young ones gone to theirs,

Grown up and all.

Number changed, mail is missed.

Treasures taken, Messages unreceived.

Accounts are closed or have shrunk.

Boxes gone, there probably is a trunk.

           After having my fill, once.

           I open the trunk, memories be;

           I draw it all on paper and  Ink.

          Tell it all, whatever I think.

           Mailman, stops by, and we exchange;

           Messages received and postage mailed.

           My grown up calls, will be there for the meal

           I cook sometimes, sometimes they deal.

It took an age, to see my seat.

Have a sore back, and aching feet.

Destined to stand, fought to be,

Moved instead, and did what was to be done.

All those banks with closed accounts, are closed and gone;

            Places be, houses be;

            But you belong......,

            when you touch some hearts,

            Not with needles, not with blood,

            With compassion, and ready ear to listen.