The Day When I Lost My Father,
The day I had realized,
How much I need him.
His silent presence means a lot
The relationship we share
Is mystical,
I am unable to recall the memory that;
When we last hugged each other;
But, at that day I accepted that;
Some bonds are spiritual;
Our souls are connected.
As soon as his heart last breathe
I felt that throbbing pain;
I felt that emptiness.
I miss our arguments;
Our conflicts;
Fathers' are first hero in daughter's life
But, my baba is rare;
He not proved himself our hero;
But, made us so strong that;
We can survive in any situation;
Treat them like a warrior;
Today, I only want to say;
Jazak- Allah Baba;
Miss You...
And know your prayers always shield me;
No matter if you are here or in Heaven....
The day when I lost my father...
Was the day I realized I adored him so much....
Affaf Sheikh©
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