Writes Richa Sharma
Dear papa, I don’t know where you are,
But I know you must be not very far
Because I always feel you nearby
I still remember that cold and frosty night
When I was sleeping after my examination
When all of the sudden landline phone began to rang
And I answered then heard the dammed news on that damn winter night
At first, I just couldn’t believe it was real
I even thought it was mean
A mean joke that was played to cause me pain
But then I thought, and the pain
The pain of truth came down like a fog on a cold winter day
I prayed and prayed that it turn out to be a dream
still hope that one day I’ll wake up and see you again dear dad
Miss your jokes that make everyone laugh,
Miss the smell of cigarette’s that I hated,
Miss your eyes that sad lots of times
& for this I want to apologise!!
I want to say sorry for the things that I have done
I am sorry I wasn’t around,
I am sorry you were alone,
I am sorry I didn’t make it to even say goodbye
There’s so much to tell you how I miss you badly
That I didn’t see for that one last time.