Wandering here and there to catch a glimpse of yoursCouldn’t believe the news of your demise, be it from any source Waited the entire day for you to be homeYou never came back and I stopped to roam Felt a tear drop on my cheeks as I realised you wore the shroudThere I was crying, so alone amidst the crowd The outburst happened when I looked at my brother and my mumWhat are we without you ? Are you really not gonna come? Time is a healer but that is really not the caseEveryday without you is tough, a lacuna which no one can replace. The struggle has been real…