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Call My Name, Daddy
I am so accustomed to hear your voice Daddy! “Ro!” Never to be forgotten... The most powerful syllable, only if spoken by you Daddy! Like my childhood‘kirtans’ marinated with the rhythm of your harmonium I can still hear your voice Daddy! “Ro!” It plays deep in me “Take care; God bless you; have a safe flight... Bye” Your last words; my Armour to walk strong in the remaining days of my life I so want to hear your voice Daddy! “Ro!” Realms apart, restless and void,my gist searches Begging for a chance to catch you when you took your last breath I need to hear your voice Daddy! “Ro!” In our hearts your name is written with tears of Joy ‘Daffodils shall dance’ everlastingly in the memory of earth’s golden boy! I live to hear your voice Daddy! “Ro!” Verbosity; they tell me, is my middle name But today, all I desire to see is you standing at my room’s door with that usual bowl of grog and call my name! “Ro! Ro! Ro!” The skies of the 15th of November; ‘greyer’than your hair Mum sobs the days and many nights in agony she will lay Wini hides her pain physically labouring night and day Poonam with her grief thousands of miles away Bablu in agonising silence has started to pray Fiona weeps; no longer that jovial Blue jay As for me! I hide in the blanket of the night; without my earthly shepard- I feel astray.. Call me just one more time Daddy! “Ro!”
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