A Fading Dream

A FADING DREAM

Is it me ? Am I the only one

who has lost her guard ?

I miss wearing sweaters and

boots and my favourite

pair of jeans..........

I miss brimming with

laughter while loitering in

topsy-turvy streets under the umbrella

of my father.......

I miss not only my guard, but the guard

of the nation ~ my father.

Father! Tell when will you come?

The onset of the summer and the April

shrinks my hopes into an end......

Father! Tell when will you come?

I care not for summer,

days too long and waits too worn out.

No one to hear my wailings!

Father! When I everyday see mom crossing

her fingers and chanting your name

in front of the Great God,

I don’t cry or lament, rather

I feel proud as a military child.

When the leaves are getting

sorrel..........

When I’m walking on the crunchy

leaves..........

When my heart burst into tears,

then I realise what you said.

I realise the motto of our life that,

“There is still hope , you dare not lose”

But, today speaking from the heart beneath,

in this lonely environment and

in front of this sweet yellow coloured

dandelion,

I surrender and say,

“I am just done with summer and my last hope for you !”