I couldn’t attend your funeral
I wasn’t sad enough.
Not that I was short of love
Or you never let me feel,
I just wasn’t yours grandad- you were never a part of the deal.
Regretfully grandad I forgot you,
Shunned away from the responsibility of being like
You. Of being with you- because my life could never mix with yours.
There’s no room to spare-
There was never any conflict- I just wasn’t there
In that foreign terrain I’ve been made to call home
And you speak Punjabi Granddad.
I can’t and I don’t.
Aqsa Shaheen Ahmed is the Creative Writing Editor for I RISE Magazine.