Papa

One more year has slipped by

Of course, now there are no more audible cries.

Yet, the pain of your departure is still acutely strong,

Nothing can be done to rectify twenty two years old wrong,

When you were quiet aware of the chiming of your death gong.

And decided to suddenly without any prior intimation to be forever gone.

And those final twenty four hours seemed to be so heavy and long,

when from human form you were turned into ashes who was once so strong.

Alas! that day, It wasn't you who were solely  gutted in that so called holy fire,

So much more was turned into coal and tar,

Your younger ones' innocence and elder ones' desires were with you for a while gone.

With you gone,

Suddenly the warm gusts of this dreary world were chasing your progeny.

But law of life is to keep going,

Day or night,

Dawn or dusk,

Alone or with people around,

With or without you,

Life moved on and is still moving.

But though physically missing 

Yet, you haven't been completely forlorn. 

You still smile in your loved ones' smiles,

You still flow in their tears.

Your voice still rings in their ears to guide , to warn , to applaud and to comfort.

If there's any other life,

Whatever may be the form,

You be the father again and we should be your younger ones.

May the Lord of All give us a golden chance,

to hear what wasn't heard and say whatever we couldn't.

Just one more time ,

Papa you need to come down,

or be there to greet and receive us wherever you are above the clouds when life's river is ready to gulp us and forever drown.