The Morning After

The morning after knocked my door To say, ‘your father is no more’ It’s just like any other day Except he won’t say, ‘Son, hey’! I know he can’t be gone far To become a speck, a faraway star I don’t need a voyage on land and sea But he’s there, very much within me! Now with him no external ride I won’t see him standing beside No sounds, no words I can hear from him From now on I would have him only in my dream! Deathless he would come back and so he would remain Ensuring my soul doesn’t succumb to pain The cycle goes on, go on it must From me to the next, when I become dust!