Dad’s Princess

From the breaking of dawn, he worked like a clock

Relentlessly without a flinch, then too exhausted to walk

Limbs entirely drained, clothes partially stained

Distress was never less, in a world full of mess

Crushed by the pebbles, in dearth of petals

Keeping up the fight, reached home by twilight

Life returned, when his princess hugged him tight.

His gloomy face glowed, like a dead rivulet flowed

Jovial laugh, carefree shrieks, tiny eyes, flossy cheeks

For a man agonized, she was love epitomized

She would jump and leap, in his lap she would sleep

Her beauty-his hope, her smile-his strength

For joy in her heart, he would go to any length

Comfort to his bruises, delight to his view

Like colors of rainbow, scattered on a dew

He embraced her close, he kept her warm

For daughter till eternity, he would fight the storm.

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Diary

Three days have passed since his father had passed away. After the boisterous mourning remain only silences. Without an utter, Nirmala kept the dinner plate in front of Abhay. For the first time, the mother didn’t put her playful scold to her drunken son. Alcohol was not trespassing inundated hearts. Abhay tried his best to look at the food but he could only see memories of his father forcibly making him eat. Pushing back the chair, lingering he started to head towards the drawer where he used to hide his cigarettes between the drawers. It was his father’s desk where not even his father could doubt about the secret storage of nicotine.

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