Sumtymes when i sit to think,
All those success comes to a shrink.
Life is just a rattling race
Hurts a lot wanna be in your embrace.
Sumtimes when i'm tired and churned.
looked back at space and images conjured.
And then u held me in ur arms,
Where have u gone DAD leaving me drained.
U never made me
Feel short of anything,
Did all da hard work,
To keep me basking.
Still remember the days
When we sat together.
watching cricket..
ohh FATHER! ! !
And da nights,
when i sleep offmood.
U would wake me up,
To take my food.
And there were
myriad manifestations of ur love,
From big hefty presents,
To sweet little hug.
And i'm longing
For ur love DAD,
I'm still 20
still a little lad..
beautiful amit.. it becomes more painful because i know you personally.. we all feel really sorry for your father.. he may not be on this planet but certainly in heaven.. may God rest his soul in everlasting peace.. love prashant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Miss my mom this way..