My Father

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I know what you all might be thinking… ‘well, this is new!’ Yes, this is indeed new. This is actually the first time ever I’ve written a poem. I don’t know anything about writing a poem, so please don’t start sending me hate letters! I wasn’t able to sleep yesterday night (because it was my dad’s birthday) and while I was pondering on the in-numerous stuff I wanna achieve in my young age (like a book award by 25 yrs and a Nobel prize by 30yrs… etcetera), I felt a sudden pang to get my notebook at 2:30 am and write. So I did just that and this is what I wrote… Father-Silhouette-29

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I think of you, my father,

and how I used to cry.

You would take me by my shoulder,

and tell me to try, harder still try!

For I was your child

and you could see me crying nei!

**

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I look back at the day

when you left me alone, and I din’t know why.

But I was your child, my father,

So I pushed myself to try, and harder still try.

**

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

Here I am remembering you on your name day,

Missing you and making my heart cry.

For I loved you then and I love you now, my father,

even when you left me alone to cry.

 I know that this is my problem 

and no one else’s, no, not even thy.

*

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I think of you, my father,

and how I used to cry.

***

I hope I managed to express my feeling well enough.

Happy B’day ‘My father’… love you always!

Published by Heena R. Pardeshi

Heena is the author of the award-winning novel Deceived. She works as the novel critic and the chief editor at a local publishing house in Pune, India. She is an animal lover as well as an animal activist. She loves books, music and wine. Travelling and learning about new cultures is an integral part of her life. She is presently learning Piano and French language. She lives in Pune, India with her beloved husband and 6 cats.

34 thoughts on “My Father”

  9. And that, Heena is how you write poetry! Its lyrical construction makes it perfect for song lyrics. I lost my father 16 years ago to MS and I miss him everyday, but I know i can look up at the stars in the night sky and he is watching over me.

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    1. Thanks for saying that! I really doubted that!
      And I’m sorry for your loss. You’re lucky you had him.
      My father is alive and is living life happily, but I haven’t seen him from last 10 years! I guess life is really too complicated for me to sort it out. 😦

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