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On this dreary day
Here comes the miserable date
To remind me again of that dreadful day
Those little memories are all that is left
Like the time you’d let me play on you broad chest
And that other time when I was your walking stick
When I cut myself and you told “you are my son be a little brave”
Or that morning when 3 year old and his father had a Shave
This was the day when every one was there
Your children cried so hard
but those “gods” did not sway
Then came the pallbearers and they took you away.
They placed you in that hearse
Life since that day has been nothing but a curse
God played a nasty joke on me
Rest of his disciples took away my rights
“too young to give the fire for cremation”
If I was “too young” how could Gods take you away
I wish there had been more time
A last word of advice
May be there was one
But could not hear from those deafening noise
Noise of my mother breaking her bangles never to wear them again
Noise of my sisters crying
Too many voices too many sounds
Too much of oblivion
Without your secure touch to be found
How can I put my life on this blank piece of paper
How should I say what a horror life has been
I’ll tell you now about the happier things
Your Son is a Father now of two beautiful kids
You would have been proud of the little family I have
You’ve always been my hero
You were always larger than life
I’ve always emulated you
Just wish there had been more time to emulate you correctly
Confused some times with no example to follow
I wish you would have been here
To lead me, to guide me, to show me the path
But we are Narukas nothing comes to us that easily
A reflection of you is what I always strive to be …….
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