Looking For You - My Son of Late
I received a call
That made my heart fall
They said, you passed away
I did not know what to say
I stood up but I fell
With urges only to YELL
I stood, but could not walk
My whole being went into shock
Where, oh where have you gone?
I keep looking for you
From dusk to dawn
My shoes are tattered
My clothes are shorn
Do I have to wait?
And believe in faith?
Do I have to wait?
Until I reach heaven’s gate?
To see and meet you again
As it says in the “good” book?
And then I can give up the task
Of always having to look….
Written by mjmankasingh august 2010
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