A Fatherless Child

Wrapped in a disturbingly white cloth,
they brought your father, dead...
 
 
.. your beaming, juvenile face, distorted into a grimace,
taking ceaseless, hiccuping, sorrowful sighs,
you were watching him for the very last time,
all still, cold and dead with your teary eyes,
The world was there at your doorstep,
in an unison they were faking their cries,
 
shrank to a mere piteous object,
You became a fatherless child.
 
 
Encircled, encompassed, enveloped by varying emotions,
you stood there, all still, silent and shocked,
hot tears brimm'd your eyes but you brave'd them,
you chose not to weep and be strong,
as you had to be the support and lifeline,
to your unfortunate, widowed mother,
 
difficult it was to face this harsh world,
for You, Oh, fatherless child.
 
 
How Fate and Chance tormented your sanctum,
Sabotaged your world, Doomed your paradise,
left you all aghast, depressed and deprived,
unveiling life's truth of death and morality,
thwarting and pulverizing your innocent dreams,
You were all bruised, it was difficult even to crawl,
 
But, you couldn't cry and shudder when the creepy night appalled,
Cause you had to become a fighter, Oh, fatherless child.
 
 
On the voyage of life and death, alone did you embark,
swallowing bloody gouts of daddy's memories,
you wiped out those tears and carved out your own way,
knowing that the cruel world will never understand your pain,
watching your friends who are no more the same,
You swore to bleed but not to give up on life,
 
 
You shall be the winner, surviving times rough and wild,
How proud you'll make your father's spirit, Oh, Valiant fatherless child.