Dear Father! ! ! Poem by Shahzia Batool

Dear Father! ! !

Rating: 3.5


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)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjali Sinha 20 April 2013

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

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Valerie Dohren 29 November 2012

I lost my mother when I was just 16, and then my father when I was 29. A life without ones parents is hard, so I can relate to this. Good write.

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Rishit Desai 04 December 2012

The sense of pathos comes out very beautifully and more importantly the innocence in feelings is what makes the poem even more beautiful.

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Vipins Puthooran 07 December 2012

a poignant memory/ an excellent poem! ! !

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Hans Vr 07 December 2012

beautiful poem, moving

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Swimming in the sea of sadness yet with beautiful billows!

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Passionate Reader 30 June 2013

May your Home be really bright with brilliant, blissful, heavenly light. (Amen) A beautiful prayer and a great tribute to your father! ! !

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 13 June 2013

memories are my only treasure This is all that a descendant can carry. Nice poem remembering an affectionate father.

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Heather Wilkins 26 May 2013

A beautiful tribute to your father. I adore your few last lines. I agree amen. lu Shahzia

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Allemagne Roßmann 16 May 2013

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.

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