Dearest Father,
I know you are sad
For i am the son
No one would really have.
Still you love me
And gods know its true
For no one would do
As much as you
Have done for me
My dearest father.

Father,
I remember
the story of a poet
Who died hungry,
And how only a few
Acclaim fame in this virtue,
But,
He did not die angry Father
As many people do.
As many people do.

I know not Father,
Of what would become of me.
Literature has bit me
and set my mind free.
Of all things uncertain in this world
Poetry is the purest of love,
For it makes me write about you
My dearest Father,
The only man I love.
The only man I love.

I miss her tonight
but then I realize
that we share the same sky.
I miss how her eyes
glittered that night we met
as the stars do,
And oh the way
She looked at me
I remember my heart
fleeting, sinking, beating
under her lovely starlights.

I don't sleep at nights
and wonder if I am
awake in her dreams
of us wandering across
our moonlit sky
and how our silhouettes
against the moon
for once eclipses
the majesty of the space
and it's infinite starlights.

I miss her every night
looking at our sky
dreaming of my starlight.

Trees are singing today
as we do
when feelings stir our souls
and now the winds
stir them too,
as they flow by
brushing each leaf
with a tender touch,
and to see and listen
how they rustle in joy
my heart whispers in
a constant susurrus
of all things serene
and beautiful.

Sing a song
Tell me your name
Quote a man
And your never ending pain.
All these years
Which you have kept
From you and me
All the same.

Girl sing a song
Tell me your pain
Show me your scars
Of all those wars.
That you have fought
In the name
of god
All the same.

Sing me a song
Tell me your name.
We will sing it along
All the same.