When she left
thousand and ninth dream
was about to end
and smell of tea was nowhere

Nobody woke me up,
for some days… She could not do that-
yet got up
and complained.

In return of her innumerable vigils
I am on leave.

Days have not met Minu
13 nights I stayed with her,
Ma.
Today she passed away
while I was sleeping
and got up to complain
that tea is not there.

Last month Ma was here,
when at mid-night I had sneezed.