A person, honest,
loving and kind
Save you dear Father
is hard to find;
without your love
there is no way
this life is like
a tragic play.
I pass my time
with no interest,
this world is but
a place of distrust.
No sugar there is,
no salt, no taste,
things are just
an utter waste.
Carefree was I
in your life,
never knew
the pain and strife.
memories are
my only treasure,
in which i seek
my only pleasure.
After you
i lost my Mom
now house looks
like a dismal dome.
May your Home
be really bright
with brilliant,
blissful, heavenly light.
(Amen)
It always gives tears to eyes but reading your words to morale give rise I do feel a good writer and a wonderful person in you. Proud of You.
It is indeed a heartfelt tribute to your father. Till parents are alive, we always feel under their protection like sitting under a banyan tree. But alas nothing is immortal! We all have to face the saddest reality one day. May God give you all the courage to bear the greatest loss. May God rest his soul in peace.
i have no idea what you have gone through but i know one thing for sure that you are a great writer and wherever you loved one are they are really proud of you...and i really hope i can write like you one day mam you are beautiful
Swimming in the sea of sadness yet with beautiful billows!
May your Home be really bright with brilliant, blissful, heavenly light. (Amen) A beautiful prayer and a great tribute to your father! ! !
memories are my only treasure This is all that a descendant can carry. Nice poem remembering an affectionate father.
A beautiful tribute to your father. I adore your few last lines. I agree amen. lu Shahzia
2011 was the year when my father died Little after the start of June.End of an era.Communism coincidentally finished in the state where he married 1977.Though the People with the placards so red were not really communists.They were else.It is an ode to be reckoned as a great obituary Poem for People mourning their lost fathers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a great leveller of time. I feel exactly as you- as I have lost my father recently. This is what I feel now No sugar there is, no salt, no taste, things are just an utter waste. good write +10