Sunday, May 7, 2017


With this song
I keep playing
I often think
I can stop time
For a while
Keep him in my arms
Though like some toddler
Who has learnt to walk
He cannot be held back for long
Soon he is on his feet again
Soon outgrows the nest
But somewhere on his way
The son meets the father again
Knows what all he has been through
Hears the same melancholic song
With his ears
This was my father's favourite song too
I rediscovered it for myself
Long after he was gone
When looking for something
That had not been cast aside
By the swirl of seasons
These words have weathered for me
Fiery summers, storms and sleeplessness
As they must have for millions
Lightened their cross
When they had thought
They had been forsaken

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