A letter to Father
Dearest father, to start I do not know how, and to finish is a mystery
The orient to me seems like a prolong dream
When the times I dreamt of you is long forgotten.
Let me have my moment of epiphany please!
For siege I have lay for my own destruction.
Should I tell you about the sweven of my heart, or
Should I shout to the mountain and tell the wind about my distressed soul?
The solitude of the desert gives me conciliation about my own solitude.
Day in, day out, I keep pursuing a path same with familiar routing
Some days I move across the terrane that is almost impassable of hard crust of broken vessels
Often I don't follow any route but merely go where I am welcomed.
If anything is learnt, the world does not stand aside for man to pass. This I know.
I hear of the paradise of old that was told to our fathers
They say paradise is to come if we live a righteous life
A time of no time, no age, no dwelling places, it awaits us all
Great men have dreamt of this time, I've dreamt of this time.
My father, how I wish I can continue with you for a little longer
But for a while, the myriads of stars do not see your face at night
And during the day, the rattling sand proclaim not, your foot steps anymore
So long my father, so long I must bring my heart to rest
So long papa, so long I must see your face yet, not again.
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