Waiting a little while for me to come back home
My father standing on stop, alone
With the hope of hugging me-his home

Unloading my luggage, asking me how're you in gladdened tone
He's not only happy but his eyes shining on his own

"Would you like some tea or food first"
Letting me know this's how _I welcome you_ to the dome
My Papa would not sleep but roam,
Untill his served food is finished by the child he owns

No doubt, why his sleep be on hold
As he prepares my bed and ease me to sleep in shalom

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Everyone might get back to where they were
But I can't,
From the cup of tea in the morning, to calling me to drink that warm milk you made from your earnest Love
It's all empty, The 4th cup is waiting to be served to you

Everyone might forget that you had exist
But I can't,
You were not existing for me, but I was existing because of you
From being the very reason for a smile, to becoming the very reason to exist, perhaps I never saw this coming

Everyone might never felt a pinch from your absence
Bt I did,
From noticing everything I did, from making me your proud eye
To closing those eyes forever and noticing nothing, nor even my sorrows
It pinched my whole heart, broke my dreams, shattered my hopes, ruined me

Not everyone deserved your attention, your precise care
But you gave them all, you're in the heart of most but not in the heart of your dearest,
You were never dear to them
But you were too near to me

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It's easy saying 'This's Life'
Than to experiencing 'What's Life'

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Your Mirage blue shirt is still hanging
The way you left it
Bringing a rush of memories
When I breathe-in the fit
Yes, It's been two months today
We ain't brave enough to fold, we admit
Since I do feel you here when I clench your shirt
Letting my grief run through my cheeks and quit

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The hands that holded me on my birth
Those hallowed hands left me in a dead forest,
The fatherly eyes are in sheer sabbath
Those grayish-brown eyes are in sleep: deepest,
The harmless heart of gold is now entirely hurt
That healthy heart is cold and is now taking rest,
The vivacious voice, those magnanimous mirth
Where can I find? they all quietest,
The face which I resemble on this earth
That fair face went all blue and coldest,
Were all those prayers of a least worth?
If so, then why my hands aren't the warmest?

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"Papa"

It has been more than a month now
Where have you gone, Papa?

Why can't I see you smiling,
when you hear my name

Why can't I hear 'haanji',
when I call you

Why can't I ask for your suggestions,
when I get ready

Why can't I hear 'Supperrr',
when I ask you *how am I looking?*

Why can't I call you and ask
*When will you come back home?*

Why can't you just be here, Papa?

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I failed, while forcing my mind to be Satisfied
I failed, in keeping Him alright
I failed, while throwing my Heart aside
I failed, in sensing his pain when he hide
I failed
I failed and I lost the Gem in winning the fight between
my Heart and my Mind

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Walking towards me in blue jeans
Wearing his brown boots
My man is holding a pile of his knowledge
In his ironed blue shirt which suits

Smelling every bits and bites of him
I can't describe what he means
Wasn't even holding his hands
But together our feet was walking in the greens

Capturing moments, Capturing smile of him
I wish to find him everywhere,
never wish to see him being grim

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You handle me with ample of care
I see this as a gem, being rare

My place in your life might have the Lion's share
But still consider myself, Unaware

A text from you makes me sit on the edge of chair
The fast beating of my heart is a standard fare

I would rather wait for you without turning a hair
Than to think of loosing you, making me scared

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