Every day the liquid of grievances moistens my cheeks My special mother like a towel wipes it away Without her I don’t have another shoulder to lean on Even though the other shoulder is somewhere for others.
This liquid of grievances blossomed into an ink An ink that will paint my million wishes without drying. Wishes that compose a letter to you, my unknown soldier The soldier whose heroic exploits produced merits he desires not.
I always ask myself many questions without answers All streaming from why you planted a seed you never desired. You left me without bidding farewell even to mother As if you travelled to the next world to join our ancestors.
The only memories of you that I have are your handsome pictures The pictures your Juliet kept as a memory of her special Romeo. These twenty miles I have walked without you are like hell With every step carrying a thousand wishes of meeting you.
Upon my arrival on this earth your Juliet named me after you And every moment our name is called I see visions of you. Visions that provide a false hope that I will see you after the call A hope that you will answer the call of your name in my presence.
The poem "A letter to my father" is a sad poem about a child whose father left before he was born. It is considered one of my best poems.