Father Poem by Neela Nath Das

Before going to the
zone of unconscious,
you called me by my name.
'I'm going, my shoulder
is having a shiver'- - -
were your last words to me.
Father, my father,
I still can remember
the day, the hour,
the min, the sec.
It has bordered me,
has chained me,
to a special word- - - - - -FATHER!
I stroll on the lane
of memory, I look for you,
I remember the bruise
on your left cheek,
your bravery, your affection.
I feel you everywhere.
In loneliness,
I pat on the butt
of your gun
to get the touch
you left thirty
years back!
I was a mere child
when you left us all.
But, till date
I Love You
as I used to love you
in my childhood.