Father, in you the magical
Long roads, empty corridors breezy…
I run hither and thither looking for you
And there you are down memory lane…
Was not it a while ago
You had asked to be fed?
In such brooding the heart bleeds.
Your favorite hue of t-shirt was red,
But in white were you sent to bed!
"Home they brought the warrior dead!"
Even at ninety two you were a fighter
Was what the doctor had said.
Only the other day the house vibrated
With the laughter shooting from your words,
You who marked the threshold of ninety two;
Teaching us the magic of total surrender.
That was a beau ideal the world had yet to bring forth
Calm, lovable, friendly, reaching out;
Bathed in an unmatched smile you went to sleep.
You kept promises across many tedious miles.
The futile gaze searches for that music lover.
Father, all that we are today
Is what came from you,
You, our pride and love's symbol.
Your passion for literature, for poetry
Is now your history.
You are no more…..
You have enjoyed, have endured.
Yet a voice whispers in me, in love
You are in paradise with Mother,
Conjoined in eternity.
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