The eve of father’s day and you ask-
“Why papa can’t be with me here?”
Hours later, past midnight,
I ask myself the same.
The difference being,
My papa gone for years now,
He has turned into an angel,
Who keeps a watchful eye on me.
Your papa comes once-twice a year,
He bears the lonely life for our future.
None is less caring.
My father being my best friend
Since as far as I could remember.
And I hope
Your papa will be your best friend for life too.
Tied in the bonds of loneliness and sadness,
Let’s spend this father’s day together.
( *for all kids and wives who are alone this father’s day.)