p a noushad - MY FATHER

Elegant smile and a benign look,
I feel the power of his love,
with sane words of knowledge,
sitting in the ancestral house
tackles the enigma of my life,
makes both ends meet,
from within the spiritual source
outstretching wings of peace,
he seeps
into the petals of darkness,
it remains as endless memories,
I recollect him from my childhood,
the brook is flowing still
mirroring the gleaming the starry nights,
though my father was laid to rest
in the graveyard near the Mosque,
get on like a house on fire
and trip down memory lane
still.

p a noushad

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