Happy father's day


Was it  you who I lost  that fateful day

Or was it a part of me gone forever...

Did you held my hand very light 

Or am I still holding you too tight....

Is it you who I miss the most

Or is it my happiness that is forever lost...

In my silent prayers am I calling you 

Or shorter is the distance to meet is falling too..

Should I be angry that your departure created a fuss

Should I be thankful atleast for awhile that your shadow fell upon us.

On that day did my happiness just perish 

or was  that the very day when I was done with collecting the moments to cherish ...

Have I survived without you for so many days 

Or just to meet you back I am whiling this forever in many ways...

My questions seek all the answers in vain.

Hope to get them from you when we meet again...... Happy father's day 

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