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.