Papa Is Transcendent

That tranquil hill and the rippling river Serene at both sides of the road We hand in hand walking faster To that temple to worship its Lord Sitting for a while on the sliding steps Down to the river from inside the temple Then prostrating before the Lord with our prayers Next going round the sanctorum nine times ample Coming out and again prostrating Before the flag-mast in acceptance of His Blessings Coming back home to sit next to you Enjoying the supper mom served us And before bed, still clinging to you To listen to you on stars and stories Under the open sky at night were in repeats When cold morn dawned one day in shivers Papa, you became still to give me tears You were dead and transcendent Memories are haunting me. Please come back, papa