This simple, complicated life.

Dear Father.

You were never there
To see me when I was born,
To hug me when I was worn.
To cherish my accomplishments,
To give me compliments.
You hated me
Because I wasn't the masculine son you desired.
But oh, dear father,
Was it really my fault?
Was is really that hard
To just fucking love me hard,
To just fucking visit your child when they were born,
To just fucking hug me when I was worn.
To just fucking cherish my accomplishments,
To just fucking give me compliments.
Was it really my fault,
Dear father
To ask for love
From someone who
Brought me in this world?

~Samruddhi.