You handed me to stand
when I was tired of kneeling
standing behind me guided
till I ripened to a woman
Pointing to stars
you gladdened little heart
I threw you tantrums
till you made me apple tart
I was sick of life I needed to cry
Heart was broken I wanted to die
You gave me shoulder to hide my face
taught me how to be bold with grace
I grew stronger; you grew older
Eyes smudges; feeble heart drags
I know you well dad you're braver
Why I feel fear; why my tear flows
I am holding your warm frail hand
You are silently leaving me just now
I know soon your hand will be cold
I want to cry but I've given you a vow
I wonder still you are happy as ever
My heart throbs; God! Don't let him hear
Eyes aim to me though you don't see me
Good bye dad! Your journey is a pain to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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