To Father – gone too soon

Sun rose shimmering with regret.

Troubled days no more a secret.

A world filled with capricious tyrants,

We are now pleasure and peace robbed migrants.

Among the heavy tread of boots,

You march with the best of your suits.

Many of your promises yet to keep,

Father, when will I hear your story to sleep?

The wounded thronged day and night,

Growling and mourning grew with the fight.

Through the forbidden paths and flashing guns,

We walk ahead. Fume-filled roads are no fun.

All trembled with fear

As gas and tanks began to tear.

Discarded and rotten piles at ground zero,

Mother whispered, “Your father is a hero.”

Hymn invaded my ears

As sorrow froze our destiny for years.

Gleeful chatters and games yet to play,

Father! When will you make me the princess of far away?

As life ceased, never to be fair,

You sleep motionless in the grave of your share.

More roads and dreamy aisle yet to walk,

Father! Hold me – lonely seasons never a joke.

Flickering candles, flowers and tears, not just a goodbye.