From birth till now
I have not yet seen my father
Not because he is absent
Or have escaped my vision,
Nor because as people say
He is only a dream
I have not yet seen my father
Not because my eyes are small
And incapable or afraid of
To look at his formless figure
But because of showers
Of the lullaby of his love
The pleasure of sleep
Has closed my eyes
When I opened my eyes
Sometimes with a nightmare
I see only the darkness everywhere
I suffer because I failed to remember
That I have no other place
To play, to rest or to die
Except the lap of my father
Yes, forgetfulness is blindness
The disease I am suffering from
From birth to death,
I am a poor blind begger
Of a father ever present
The richest of all.
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