He wrote on paper
Left the ink to dry
Some evaporated
Partly absorbed 
It made letters fly

There it stayed
Years on the shelf
For someone to find
Stories of magic
Parrot and rabbit 

Pale as dust 
As she wiped
The book and the tears
He wrote and treasured
Now she knew 

Before kids slept
As she read
From heaven, he looked 
Long forgotten, stories retold
Both smiled and wept

ⓒ Rajesh Srivastava