My Dear Papa

Dear papa, now it’s become a score,
Sometimes you appear in my dream,
That same love, food, dress and nothing more.

Why do you yourself not at trimmed?
Yesterday you again came
‘You must learn wise,’ you said.
Book of gold you hid me,
Black magic one you’d paid,
Why papa,…….why?

Those tempered habits already gone,
I became like a matured one.
Now there your grandsons and daughter,
Whatever you like to dine,
Just you make an order.

At this forty and a score,
It’s become hard to support,
Daughter-in-law has her own law
Kicks, slaps and shouts then nothing more.

Saw I mom not at early age,
You nursed and brought me up,
Trained to toil and helped to knock.
But had I not listened,
I’d be without a job.

When you’re slept,
Lucky were you,
Because of queue
Tears roll down
Empty in your crown.
Remained this me as nostalgia
Something that comes again and again.

I thanked God for your burial scene,
I hate burning; did the same.
Flesh might have gone,
Bones of previous yours
Be kept as Ease….
Its PEACE !