Father Poetry | Memories

prashant suryawanshi
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People say that they sees my goodness,
Yes, they're right,
"They sees my father's shadow."


I have a desire to laugh again,

to laugh and cry a little,

The one who taught me how to walk, 

I wish to see him in this world again 




No matter how much you earn today...

The father who used to give pocket money as a child

will never be found again.




I was naive and stubborn.

I was so wrong.

I couldn't understand my father.

I was a child then.




My heart ached as I remembered him.

I hadn't said a word in a long time,

"Dad."




He was tired,

yet he was still pressing my feet.

When I woke up, I saw, "he was my father."





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