My Lost Pa

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)

I wish kaka(papa)you were a bit warm.

Your hands lifting to pat my head,

As I’m still your little girl.

I want to love you papa,

But you make me,

Hate you so hard;

Till the last heartiest rose left;

Until my death-bed.

Still a soft warm corner resides in me.

I still question myself,

Why?

But,

I saw your bogeyman side,

Abandoning your small child.

My inner child is lost in the nightmare spikes,

As I saw you there.

Why did you do that to, 

My loved one.

I still wonder,

And stare.

All the days of going to market on Sundays,

And eating food everyday from your hands,

Or making me fly in the air,

Lifting me up in the back;

Are lost in the dark.

I wish you believed me,

Loved me,

Trusted me,

More than others.

I’m still your child.

Your own flesh and blood,

Oh Pa.

I cried till all the sea-shore dried.

I look at the stars to shine brighter.

But your essence misses all that shines.

I wish you were there,

I wish you saw me,

I wish you didn’t forswear,

I just wish you were my same lovely pa.

Just the same.

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)