Idle Cry (A Poem By Biddhya Paudel)

-Biddhya Paudel

Papa, papa, a far cry

I do not remember if I tried

He left all the walks of life

Years passed and passed

Since he held a fact of life

Why my eyes still await for him?

When no clear image is shaped.

They said it was an accident

I knew not behind the closed bars

Why my heart does not believe

He knocked the death's door

That he is an X factor outreach.

Sounded so vulnerable his death

Yet haunting me at depth

Vales of tears and chill wind,

He left a devil of time behind.

Dreams and fantasies all castles in air.

A man can die but once

Pangs and twinge still recurring,

How often can I bear my father's death?

I feel like bending the laws

And take him back to life

Using a whole bag of tricks.

To add up a father's love

To feel a hold on, a clinging

To draw up a luminous picture of him.