My Beloved Father

It was a lovely experience, To live with a man for thirty years, The years slipped away one by one, Yet his face remains in my memory, It relieves me when I am in the desert of gloom, when the world becomes poisonous for me, With all its ugliness, His beautiful smile takes away every pain. I still remember the fingers, Holding them I saw the world, I still remember the lap, Sitting there I learned to dream, The dream of innocent adolesence, The dream of magnificent youth, He never raised an eyebrow on my demands, But those of illegitimate nature. But O my heart, O heart, Where I shall meet him again, Probably in the next world, Of reward and punishment. Often I visit his resting place, With the deluge of tears in my eyes, My heart throbes, my tongue sticks in my throat, Being absolutely speechless, I return home remembering, His unbounded love. He was the embodiment of compassion and love, He was my beloved father.