My father is out for a journey

Down in foremost end of this world,

I too had a home,

Where I lived in my childhood,

Happily with my parents.

Isolated but still has a generous whiff

Of its glorious past .

Years before it was full of people,

With faces radiating glory and love,

It give me a feel of protection,

And   a generous coat of  warmth.

Its corridors are empty now,

Where my father used to,

Sit in a grand chair and ruled us,

A man of vision, and principle,

Who was Chary but I Know,

Dad you loved your child a lot,

You taught me to be disciplined,

Stick on to values of life,

And to be self esteemed,

Not through your words,

But by your deeds,

You never told be about don’ts,

But I am aware of the frame you set for me

I am grateful to father for gifting me,

With a treasure of books,

That I loved to possess,

I am proud of being your daughter,

And I am grateful to you for what I am today,

You never pampered me ,

Never let me to sit in your lap,

Which I thrived for ,

But you had your own caring ways,

By gifting me with things I cherish,

With out my request.

In our back yard my father planted trees,

A wide range with fruits and flowers,

I used to talk to them and give them names,

I taught them the lessons my teacher taught me,

With a cane in my hand, enacted as teacher,

If they don’t nod their head in response,

I used to punish them gently,

I was a happy child midst them,

Till the day my father left me,

All alone and passed away,

I didn’t know father that you are leaving me,

Because there were no pain in your eyes,

I didn’t know father that it was your last breath,

Because it was a quite normal one,

Why don’t you bid me farewell father,

To your dear daughter,

You didn’t come back even when

 I struck hard on your chest,

I thought it was just unconsciousness,

But father you were unpredictable.

Dear father you comes to me so frequently,

In my dreams so tired after a journey ,

And you begged me to pardon you,

For going out without my permission,

For me you are not dead father,

For you are still alive in my memory,

And I live the life you taught me to,

And for me you are out for a journey,

And I am waiting for your return back.

But I regret you for one thing dad,

For keeping your tomb unattended,

I know you are all alone there,

Away from your loved ones,

But I am relived since you have them

Around you, the saplings you planted with care,

Forgive this daughter will you dad?

For keeping you alone there,

But father I still keep your memories alive in me

By living the life you taught me,

By using your styles of alphabets when I Penn,

By still keeping the last shirt you wore,

Which still have the fragrance of you my dear.

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