You are my kith my kin, my one remaining daughter
But I struggle to love you as a father ought to
I've tried so hard again and again
But looking at you just causes me pain

I look in your eyes and all I can see
Is your sister looking back at me
I feel again my heart being wrenched
As the pain pulses back, agony unquenched

How can I be the best father to you
When all I can think is there should be two
I have failed you both, I can't love you that way
Since she didn't come home that awful day

I'd gladly swap places, let my daughters be free
That drunken driver may as well have killed me
I'm sorry I've failed the pair of you girls
To keep you safe and cherish you like pearls

You look so alike, it's scarily true
I try not to see her, just the beauty of you
But it's all I can do not to break down and cry
And cry and cry and cry and cry
Oh why oh why oh why oh why
Dear God,  why?

....
Stream takes possession of the land
Made wetlands
There are plenty of fish
Meet your protein needs

Clouds are playing in the sky
The dark and the shadows are dissolved in water
You drink
To quench thirst

Yet you have an existence
With a Continuous form
He who cast the shadow on the ground
Where love and hope locked in a home
Binds within a loop with Only a God

Words which are uttered
Of course diluted within air
Has written in the book of divine
Many do not understand while they read

See a beautiful garden
They are more steadfast
And that Red Rose is for yours
I have seen a lot of values to be gloomy
Then they lost

I have seen so far
Wandering Star to Star
Again in the Fog, tried to recognize
She lost!

Ah! How come all!
Alas! How Everything lost in the time
From Empty
Or Nothing
As if an Existence of Non-Existence!  

When Silence come down
Dark touches the death role
Nothing Exist without the Spiritual Soul
From Lost to Found
Everything Answering Nothing!

But where is the balance
You will get back everything
One day!
......

every day we learn
how many died of violence
in any corner of the globe,
be it in wars,  by terror,  
fundamentalist fanatics,
gun-toting psychopaths and haters,
or all of the above

the figures seem to grow
the daily death toll makes us callous
what earlier was horror
has turned into ****** routine

so much so that
when there’s a day we do NOT hear
about some grisly ******
we feel like we have got a bargain!