Pari

She is my Pari

With beautiful blue eyes like the Atlantic

And her capturing every moment with a blink.

Makes me sink like the titanic

 

My Pari, I request you to sleep. The night is tired and quite

However the holy waters dripping off your lashes

Are unable to express your sadness...

 

I now see my Pari

Weaving something quite strain.

I see a cocoon of dreams, which is pretty impressive.

Means I won't be able to see her face?

 

My heart melts and cries out as well.

For my Pari is sliding away from my hands.

But then a spark of miracle strikes the cocoon

And breaks it for my Pari to fly high.

 

Her sacrificing spirit always made me proud

But had a fear if she ever drowned

 

For her, country is first but a small devil named fear

Is always awake to remind me of the worst

It was a mission

For here to gift something to the country

But her wings were entangled in the

Evil's trap and her dream to sacrifice was no more a fantasy

 

And now I am here next to my Pari covered in a blanket of funeral.

It crushes and crumbled me from inside as your dad

But I would love to hear you for your holy water to reach my heart

 

I know that the fog in your eyes

And repetition of words is quite forever

But this snake of father's love has hypnotized me.

 

My Pari,

I feel like a dead person, lying defeated in a coffin

Without you my brain has become a

Dictator and my heart yell to meet you.

But you are and will always be my proud daughter.