Father

He’ll never walk away

He’s here to break our hearts

He has never let us live

He has covered our faces from the past...

He has stolen my life

That was all he could

He chose to snatch it away

All my childhood...

He could be a better father

A better man observed

For he was once my teacher

Teaching me all that he should.

He would never be too bad

If he continued to be him

Sometimes we cannot go ahead

So are our destinies designed

I still want to hold his hands

Red soft ones.

It smelled of smoked cigarettes then

When I always grabbed to kiss

I don’t really know

How his hands smell anymore

they are definitely not soft as before

For he used it to abuse us more

Will he never be punished?

For the pain, he has caused

And our lives he has stolen

Will he never realize what is broken?

I’ve traveled 5000 miles today,

Just to see him but never express

About how I feel for him every day

Something he always refuses...

The pain when I carved his name

Though it was unless and artificial

On my skin, proudly with no shame

On his birthday, it looked surreal

Imbibing the sense of guilt

For letting him loose from the family

I now live a painful death

Just when I’m alive looking at the mother cry

If only I could draw it all close

And write a happy ending,

I could do the magic of a poet

to end my story with a reluctant father.