Your Dad

You shouldn't be ashamed of your vileness. Your dad was an honest person long ago. The smell of alcohol and a broken mansion crying silently beside the old banyan tree. Your dad was a very handsome man, courageous, educated and kind. You never saw his face as he died soon. But when you go inside that mansion And wear his clothes you look alike him. Then I start hoping for a change in vain. The weak walls are ready to collapse. Why do you want to construct new walls??? I have lost the rose your dad presented me. I’m sure its fragrance is lost with the time. The days are passing so fast I just can’t imagine. My old brain can’t remember his last visit. But still I feel his warmth under my bare breasts when I open the window and wind carries my sigh.