My Father
My father has last advice,
When he was taking his last breath,
Don’t befool a person,
If he is already tired.
I was holding his hand,
And standing as a statue,
Nurse came to me and asked,
Are you alright? Sir.
Grief was so powerful,
I didn’t imagine,
Tears started to kiss my cheeks,
And throat was shying,
What others will think about me?
A grown up person is weeping,
But why was he shocked?
When he has sufficient to enjoy his life.
He was a man in his entire life,
He was always worry about me,
He worked hard and cared for me,
Is my child not weeping for a thing?
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