When the emotions spoke
From teaching me how to walk to walking with me, you taught me all walks of life
From doing my hairs in KG to picking up my school bag in 11, you showcased your love
Each second, each moment you are being missed
I may not see you or hear you, but I feel your presence everywhere around me
I feel your shadow is protecting me from every dark side of life
I feel you cheering me up "keep fighting, keep moving, no matter what, you have to win"
But deep down in the secret corners of my heart, I have hidden a book that opens on every single night
All those happy moments and Happy times make me crave for you
I know nothing's fine but I believe that just one hug from you would rectify everything
I crave for The way I used to lay on your chest and tell you how my day went
Papa, I not only lost but I lost a part of me
And since then, every time I breathe I feel incomplete
I feel your beautiful voice echoing in my ears
And that voice gives me the strength that keeps me going.
I know Papa, I will win someday
You never taught me to accept what's wrong
But I miss your presence
I wish I had hugged you for the last time
By ishika rajendra bhardwaj
From doing my hairs in KG to picking up my school bag in 11, you showcased your love
Each second, each moment you are being missed
I may not see you or hear you, but I feel your presence everywhere around me
I feel your shadow is protecting me from every dark side of life
I feel you cheering me up "keep fighting, keep moving, no matter what, you have to win"
But deep down in the secret corners of my heart, I have hidden a book that opens on every single night
All those happy moments and Happy times make me crave for you
I know nothing's fine but I believe that just one hug from you would rectify everything
I crave for The way I used to lay on your chest and tell you how my day went
Papa, I not only lost but I lost a part of me
And since then, every time I breathe I feel incomplete
I feel your beautiful voice echoing in my ears
And that voice gives me the strength that keeps me going.
I know Papa, I will win someday
You never taught me to accept what's wrong
But I miss your presence
I wish I had hugged you for the last time
By ishika rajendra bhardwaj
Beautifully described ♡
ReplyDeleteThis touched the heart deeply. In the eyes, tears came in the eyes. Very beautiful and well written. But do not always think of lonely because the parent never leaves their children together. never . Like a God who does not look, he still lives together.
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