To My Late Father... Poem by REETESSH SABRR

Sending you wishes is a part of my obsession,
which I found in exile
because I couldn't worked out a single smile
For no one but also for me even
and rashes I feel in this season
Of not cold but ofcourse of my passive blood
my tumbling pulse..
out of an unsensed fear, that still am I dear?
To one and all to whom my life owes
My pains are theirs, my comforts are their rose
But, obsession is what love has given me
let's see love has, whether forgiven me...
For the hurts strucked out of my angst
For the heart tucked out of my soul
But being lying alone when time stole
I want my moments to hum loving carols
I think I could, I swear I should...