A Desolated Daughter

By Aswini Sivadasan

Dear Dad,

You can’t hear your desolated daughter’s voice,

But you can feel my words_

Eight years, it's been;

Years will go endless till I die, but;

So fresh are your given memories.

Your absence is piercing my blood;

Yours expire, a huge dearth to my soul.

Your voice is still echoing clearly into my ears,

Melt my sufferings is your unforgettable words.

Craving to see you more and more in my life!!!

What a hush!!!

You are having in my life.

An unfortunate daughter is me,

Who is unknown to the sacredness

Of pampering of a father.

Do you remember my shrieking voice calling you?

"PAPPAaaaaa”, this is what I call you.

I am dying to call you "PAPPA, PAPPA”,

Dying lively of mine will last till my life ends;

Who knows? Maybe my ashes may repeatedly die.

In the air, to see and hug you calling “PAPPA”.

Rusted in my voice box solely is that word: “PAPPA”.

I write for you, for your presence in the ink of mine.

Tear droplets are filling my pages, PAPPA.

Let my hands stop weeping in my writing, PAPPA.

-Aswini Sivadasan

By Aswini Sivadasan