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Daughter's Day Without My Father Ached, thwarted Which one is more severe Inward me Or outward me?

I have invariably, been betrayed by forgetfulness For such miserable sufferings of remembrance Since the shelter of your beloved hand Disappeared from my head And the basement from my feet I have, inevitably, been dragged into nostalgia

Since the soft affectionation of you, my father, Chose to keep me deprived of it And to borrow happiness in the transient pleasures Offered in the whims of life idiosyncrasies My father: you had wished to see me fly High and high In the vast sky You had celebrated my tiny triumphs You had regarded me your progeny all-rounder But, my father:

Do you see me from above? I cry...I cry...and cry

For your softest touches In life's harsh realities. 10/2021

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