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Never did I believe In a soul so spotless that it glistens, So pure that it lights up the darkest sorrows within me – sets them aflame, you see, leaving behind naked joy No different from a Phoenix; Winged, innocent, radiant. Never once did I believe that my heart could bleed itself dry for another – at the pain I caused them or at the pain life did, as life has a way of doing To the most beautiful of souls In its quest for balance. Never once did I believe, you see, In all this and much more Until the day I grew up And saw you for who you were – My guardian angels Disguised under layers of skin And love, and concern, and kindness And the faces of my Mother and my Father. Never did I feel so worthless, As the day I looked long and hard At you, and then at myself, Wondering what I ever could have done To deserve love in such abundance Love with so much selfless abandon Love, so unconditional; What I ever did to deserve the both of you. Never did I once believe in prayer Or that all we had to do was ask, But I find myself defying Every last belief we share In the hopes that someone up there listens And puts you out of your pain That you go back to being my healthy, happy Father, The one no sorrow could ever have touched. As for you, who’s reading this, I implore you to pray, Pray for a Father who makes me believe In the beauty of a man’s heart For his sickness may not be fatal, But it bothers him nonetheless And of all the things I cannot let pass by unattended, Their discomfort is foremost.
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
The purest kind of Love.
Never did I believe In a soul so spotless that it glistens, So pure that it lights up the darkest sorrows within me – sets them aflame, you see, leaving behind naked joy No different from a Phoenix; Winged, innocent, radiant. Never once did I believe that my heart could bleed itself dry for another – at the pain I caused them or at the pain life did, as life has a way of doing To the most beautiful of souls In its quest for balance. Never once did I believe, you see, In all this and much more Until the day I grew up And saw you for who you were – My guardian angels Disguised under layers of skin And love, and concern, and kindness And the faces of my Mother and my Father. Never did I feel so worthless, As the day I looked long and hard At you, and then at myself, Wondering what I ever could have done To deserve love in such abundance Love with so much selfless abandon Love, so unconditional; What I ever did to deserve the both of you. Never did I once believe in prayer Or that all we had to do was ask, But I find myself defying Every last belief we share In the hopes that someone up there listens And puts you out of your pain That you go back to being my healthy, happy Father, The one no sorrow could ever have touched. As for you, who’s reading this, I implore you to pray, Pray for a Father who makes me believe In the beauty of a man’s heart For his sickness may not be fatal, But it bothers him nonetheless And of all the things I cannot let pass by unattended, Their discomfort is foremost.
kanika-mishra
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
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