Happy Father's Day

From the books of my eyes,
you could read between the lines
However stubborn was the darkness
Ample was the sun ample were the shines..

The melancholy that never goes,
Strangely though you are ever more ..so very close ....
The day you went far apart....
Was the day that we couldn't actually part...

A part of me went with you....a part of you left with me....
And the death stopped to threaten me anymore of you going away from me...

Feeling you in distress,
Looking for you in happiness.....
Still it is you....who pulls me out of this mess...

I keep falling into this hole that your departure had created.....
I still look for you....like I have always waited....

So much to do, so much to be done...
Who will sail me through......you know that you are the only one......

Happy father's day Papa

Amita Joshi 















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