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And Ever Since I Am In Search For You
I still recall that fateful day you came
To bless us—a day over three decades
Back, but still fresh in mind filled with self-blame,
So deep has been my guilt, it never fades.
I well can understand you were upset—
So hurt that I was not there to take you
In father’s fond arms, his proud eyes nigh wet,
No less than you, my child, the day I rue.
Mayhap, you had no time even to weep,
Nor wait for me many a miles apart,
Your mother in a deeply-induced sleep,
You left alas soon as came, broken heart,
To leave us in a pointless life-long search,
Perhaps for a more sanguine warmer perch.
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Sonnet |10.12 2008| daughter, father
Copyright ©
Aniruddha Pathak
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