Father
I wrote a poem for you father, trying to explain that even the roots of hate are deep into my heart, I still find some type of love for you.
Twenty six, well twenty seven years and I still don’t have an excuse for you, my wait for you end long time ago but I still hope that I can find you someday of my life.
You left but all this feelings stay, stay inside of me, misunderstood to what was good for me, I don’t hate you but I hate that you didn’t stay to see me prosper and grow and into my lonely nights I still wonder why?
Father wherever you at, you still a part of me because I m a part of you and I hope some day our roads meet again and is not too late to see and call you father again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem