Thirty eight winters
passed, after that ominous morning.
Whenever I remember, this day that year, I sink
in mourning.
I was sitting on a
mattress, basking merrily in front of my
house,
Unaware of the tragic incident that had befallen on my terrace.
Unaware of the tragic incident that had befallen on my terrace.
Something unusual happened
for our poor household,
A car stopped near;
curiously I raised my head,
I failed to see anyone
through its opaque windows,
Only able to hear a
sharp scream of a familiar voice.
I recognized the tone,
guessed the situation
Even in my naive psyche,
I reached a conclusion,
The extremely reliant shade
over my head had blown away,
The scream was that much
convincing for me in every way.
Insanely I run towards
my home without verifying the things,
Cuddling my affectionate
sister-in-law I began crying.
I was about to visit later
that day my hospitalized father,
My teacher, guide,
doctor, freedom fighter, ideal, he was no more.
The boat of my life
became orphan losing its boatman untimely,
The finger that was to
show me the ways was lost in the eternity.
These tears, that flows
now with my pen on the papers,
Are insufficient
tributes towards the great man and his glare.
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ReplyDeleteGOD bless your father!! May HE forgive his shortcomings, and magnify his glory!
forehead kiss and hug dear boy.
ReplyDeleteMay his personal strengths, be your most cherished gifts
May he be always remembered fondly and loved dearly!