A Poem For My Father Poem by Arnab Majumdar

It's all over but then... it's not
Left in its trail, is this deep afterthought
A lookback at life, bonds they entail
Life's but a stream, the end ain't an end

The morning after, sunshine brims
Memories overflow, to you do they sing
Birds flutter, mundane chores
In memoirs you keep breathing like yore

The night stars shone in constant vigil
O'er them all your love would cuddle
You shine in all their remembrance
Beaming life still - like in your true self 🎊