Kheyal Darya

A mound of thoughts

Parents

My Dear Father

The weight of grief rests heavy on my brow

As I wake to a world that feels empty and hollow

Your love was a shelter, a fortress of devotion

But now that you’re gone, I am lost in an ocean

Of sorrow and longing, asking every day

When will you come back and wipe my tears away

Though we are apart, I feel you always near

Your scent clings to my collar, a memory that is dear

The gardens are ablaze with color, but to me, they bring no delight

Only a reminder of a love that was bright, but now out of sight

The rain may bring life to the desert, but for me, it only brings more pain

Oh Father, how I long to see you again.

By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Al Ain, UAE.

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