Dad, Dad, Dad … I was shouting over the phone with my list,

Yes, He is coming tomorrow, After a year !!!

I was looking towards the faces that are coming out of the sliding door,

The face which is etched in my mind, Where is he? I asked Mom.

She said look over there, He was waving his hands towards us.

I jumped the fence and ran towards him, 

He picked me up and put me in the trolley and pushed towards the exit.

I was sitting in the trolley like a prince, See my Dad is here !!!

As I grew up, the bond between us started to grow apart.

We talked rarely and mostly when I needed something or him to Scold Me

What happened between Us?

People were blaming me for things I didn’t do,

He came and asked me, What happened?

I opened my mind, He stood there listening patiently.

He took command over the situation,

And stood against the world that was crushing us Down.

He was the pillar and we won that fight against all odds.

He taught me to fight for the loved ones, 

He taught me to talk about what’s in your heart.

He taught me to stand still during the storm.

I remember the day, 

When he was disappointed hearing that I don’t want to do Engineering 

I remember the day, 

When he was angry hearing that I had crashed our bike.

I remember the day

When he was happy that I had graduated.

I remember the day

When he was proud to hear that I had got a Rank in MCA Entrance.

I remember the day

When he was trembling, Seeing my Mom in the ICU.

I remember the day

When he was not able to breathe.

I remember the day,

Where he was afraid to do his first dialysis.

I remember the day

When he was crying in the hospital bed losing his leg.

I remember the day

When he was able to walk with his prosthetic leg.

I promise you Dad, 

We will stand together and face the storms.

To The world that keeps Shattering around me,

I’m like a seed who waits for the raindrop,

I will be raised and shattered again,

I shall not lose hope

I will rise again for this time,

I Know I have to fall again,

To let my roots grow deeper

Till the day I stand above the oblivion

To be Shattered and Rise again one more time.

Why do you keep reminding me of the things I want to forget.

Why do you build dreams and shatter it in the next moment.

Why do you let me dream and kill it before it began.

Why, Why, Why???

Is it because I’m drawn to pain like a bird to fruit.

Or is it a way to make me stronger.