79. DAD
Every night, post office you used to sit beside me and put me to sleep, squeezing me in your arms, I hated it but loved u more
Every time I won a coin, you made it seem like a trophy
You were an omnipresent support, at all times riding on your back, you showed the beauties of the world as well as the sorrows untold
Today my world has shattered for a bit when you sat breathless on my shoulder and whispered I love you
when you've been the strength that's fallen weak and you look for that strength in me.
My hands shiver to hold your shivering hands yet, you hold me with those injections in your hands and roar with confidence, "someday you'll be a father, be bold and don't fret."
I knew you're a fighter and would be back, but it pained to see those needles tear through your skin.
It's like fathering my father, convincing you to eat in spite of your tantrums, holding your hands and putting you off to sleep, for I saw you sleep that peacefully after 4days, hearing you talk about your childhood and parents, hallucinating due to those medicines.
It's a fix where I want to hug you and cry at the same time happily see you share everything and yet smile with all that pain.
In that semi-conscious state also all you ask is where is your mom, I guess the best love story I know is of my parents, where she sat weeping, imagining his pain and he kept asking me to take care of her health.
I'm confident, you'll be back in your spirits but I'm breaking into bits watching you cry. For the man who's always been my hero, my strength.
I'm not afraid I might lose you, but I realize what's it like to stand in your shoe.
Every time I won a coin, you made it seem like a trophy
You were an omnipresent support, at all times riding on your back, you showed the beauties of the world as well as the sorrows untold
Today my world has shattered for a bit when you sat breathless on my shoulder and whispered I love you
when you've been the strength that's fallen weak and you look for that strength in me.
My hands shiver to hold your shivering hands yet, you hold me with those injections in your hands and roar with confidence, "someday you'll be a father, be bold and don't fret."
I knew you're a fighter and would be back, but it pained to see those needles tear through your skin.
It's like fathering my father, convincing you to eat in spite of your tantrums, holding your hands and putting you off to sleep, for I saw you sleep that peacefully after 4days, hearing you talk about your childhood and parents, hallucinating due to those medicines.
It's a fix where I want to hug you and cry at the same time happily see you share everything and yet smile with all that pain.
In that semi-conscious state also all you ask is where is your mom, I guess the best love story I know is of my parents, where she sat weeping, imagining his pain and he kept asking me to take care of her health.
I'm confident, you'll be back in your spirits but I'm breaking into bits watching you cry. For the man who's always been my hero, my strength.
I'm not afraid I might lose you, but I realize what's it like to stand in your shoe.
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