Father
Since I gained consciousness
I saw Father
Entangled in books and papers
Sitting for hours, writing continuously,
I found out that
Father was a poet
A poet friend of Bal Swaroop Rahi
In one of his old diaries
I read some of his songs
One refrain of his song
I still remember
"I sing the songs of love,
Therefore, my youth is mine
I smile even in sorrow,
Therefore, my flow is mine."
Indeed
Reading his songs
Inspired me to write
Poems too,
But later he stopped
Writing poems
Due to the responsibility of building a house
And filling
Family expenses
Earning a few pennies
Doing various kinds of writing
And kept puffing cigarette after cigarette
Betel leaf with tobacco and cigarettes,
Father struggled
All his life
Won every battle against life
But couldn't bear the strike of Corona
And lost to life,
Fell into a deep sleep
I was sitting thousands of miles away
Regretfully
Couldn't join his final journey,
Due to Corona
Not just me, no one
Could join his final journey
Just like he fought
The battles of life alone
He fought
Death alone too,
Only my younger brother
Performed his last rites
With the help of a funeral agency.
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