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If You Had


21 years gone still wound of separation hasn't healed. February 1, 2003- February 1,2024.

Papa, if you had to go at all
Weren't you supposed to inform 
Or those who loved you deserved to be disclosed that that was the time chosen by you to never return back.
Papa, if you had to go at all
Didn't it ever strike you that who will take your children's call
When the clouds of stress and sorrows,  depression and dejection will overcast their skies?
Who will be there to wipe their tears and handle their strifes?
Papa, if you had to go at all
Did you feel or you had made up your mind that your children weren't your liability any longer?
Did you make sure that those all who had under your shade hadn't carried an ounce of burden would be able to carry burden of this dismal fantasy called life on their inexperienced shoulders?
Papa, if you had to go at all
Didn't you feel you needed to chide, to guide, to prepare, to warn, to point, to pat, to say one more time that was left unheard or unsaid?
Papa,  if you had to go at all
Didn't your soul yearn before leaving your body to hear a note of thanks or atleast an adieu that your children would have wished to bid before letting you walk on your last way?
Papa, if you had to go at all
Atleast, one last time you should have tried to delay your departure
So that during that accursed moment, 
those two pieces of your heart who couldn't be by your side could see your loving always smiling eyes one last time before they were shut forever. 
Papa, the seed of the tree of grief that was sown,
manured with the ashes of your pyre,
Watered by the tears that often flow in your memory has now become fully grown.
Its roots are deep 
Piercing down your dear ones' souls.
Of course,  there is a galaxy of people all around but vacuum in hearts none can fill because papa you have gone .
Gone forever to a distant place, 
The place of which we at present can't get a trace,
But, you know till date we live with memory of your chaste soul , golden heart and benign face.



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  1. Sandeep SinghJanuary 31, 2023 at 9:42 AM

    Wonderful

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  2. Reena NagpalJanuary 31, 2023 at 10:15 AM

    Beautifully expressed

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  3. Nomadic SoulJanuary 31, 2023 at 10:55 AM

    Your loss is irreparable and vaccum left by parent can never be substituted. Your words show your strong bond and love towards your Father and surely he would be looking down from the skies with happiness and pride for the love you have for him. Blessed are beings who love truly or are loved truly.

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  4. Tushaarika TiwariFebruary 1, 2023 at 12:25 AM

    This left me teary eyed.

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