Memory

After cooking standing in the door ... looking for little footprints I am waiting for you ... The pan in the kitchen is still hot ... waiting to serve you the best we both have made ... Don't know ! how long ? The seeds you sow waiting for you ... thanking you for giving birth to those little plants ... they send healing fragrance in absence of you ... I have locked the tears in Eyes ... because I know, you don't like me crying... I wont cry till last breath just because you should not hate me when I will leave the world ... along with your memories ...