Tonight I read my father’s diary....

Tonight I read my father’s diary.

Pages smelled of sweat and were weary.

The font was ugly but words- simple

And told a story of tears on his dimple.

A rueful smile had often brightened his face.

His longings were all to give us an embrace.

But often failed and hugged us with prayers.

These words are alone for many years.

We have lived in his light

That he had given burning bright,

Melting and dying day by day

And all unknown we do here play.

Watching those drops of wax falling,

I see tears, from his eyes, dropping

Like a pearl rolling down those cheeks

That, only our smiles, sincerely seeks.

O’ father! Let me kiss those dimples now

Though wet with tears by now

To thank you for burning all your youth

But – I can’t do enough – to tell the truth.