I show this what I
feel, for this Special day. Past to present, I have never prayed anyone to take
your place as you are enshrine within the altar of my soul and I'm never was
such so happy that mother got a ticket to be with you after you departed 37
yrs. passed by. My unfinished words are so simple. I dedicate this to you. And
I beg the 'Most Supreme' that they may echo among the stellar entities and
spaces. Vibrate among the inconceivable galaxies of the cosmos to the great and
small and will reach the ears clear and not garbled. That may ‘The all Conceiving
Consciousness’ shall find a little pleasure in what we do and did in the past,
present or coming infinite moments. Happy Father’s Day to you father, and to
all fathers who excellently managed to set apart themselves from the ones who
do not deserved the title. Thank you for leaving behind your pen to me, it is
intensely explosive and mystically beautiful.
Depart from good night’s dream before sunup—
Move up; squeeze the heavy lids in the dark
Mutter silent lines in appeal to let up
In God’s ears, wide open to pains, to hark.
Kissed the kids’ cheeks and so, the former
bride’s.
Kissed the solemn peace and slumbering eyes.
Bid goodbye to the playful onetime bride
Adieu to the placid, slumbering eyes.
Count 30 paces in winding, dirty path.
Stops
in the raspy mouth and stands static
A
moment or two—grabs the squeaky latch
Softly clears the old lip in hoary shriek.
Still, still eyes are heavy. The sight's
dreamy.
Motions
are clumsy as the soft piping
Of crickets, of Ortoptherons, still zesty
In their lighter hymns after a night
cadging.
Grasps the arms of four pound er coffee sieve
Bath it in frigid pool, senseless and dead;
Watch
the wavy tongues, now and again, gave
A drowsy look over the blackly beads...
