poetry

A lost letter to my father

 

1940s vintage photo of father with kids-Fathers Day #1940s #1940slife #vintagephoto #fathersday

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Thunder,
if that is one big word
I want you to gulp it down.

My walls speaks of you
of a memory we shared
over the sweet sunrise from the balcony

Your percolating memories stir my throat
to think of our blue wise words.
I was always a pebble

a sweet, piquant attachment
from your dreams, father

a moist lost string of a pullover
that you always wanted to cherish.

I think of the sky
as I think of you
of infinite stars
of colours and oceans.

Of letters stuck to the neem trees
as I hold your this lost letter.

Thunder,
this is the only word that you should sleep on
for you remind me of rudimentary silhouettes of trees,
lukewarm peel of laughter.


 

I just issued a newsletter yesterday on fathers. Check it out-https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_soul/letters/poetry-on-father

50 thoughts on “A lost letter to my father

  1. Your writings are the best among all I read till date & so is this, always beyond words and never I try not to miss your posts however there are times I miss to post my words. It would be pleasure to read your words specially when I had only blogger here as dear as real sister.
    Keep writing!
    Wishing you lots of success ahead dear Sister😇🙌

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