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I know what you all might be thinking… ‘well, this is new!’ Yes, this is indeed new. This is actually the first time ever I’ve written a poem. I don’t know anything about writing a poem, so please don’t start sending me hate letters! I wasn’t able to sleep yesterday night (because it was my dad’s birthday) and while I was pondering on the in-numerous stuff I wanna achieve in my young age (like a book award by 25 yrs and a Nobel prize by 30yrs… etcetera), I felt a sudden pang to get my notebook at 2:30 am and write. So I did just that and this is what I wrote…

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I think of you, my father,

and how I used to cry.

You would take me by my shoulder,

and tell me to try, harder still try!

For I was your child

and you could see me crying nei!

**

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I look back at the day

when you left me alone, and I din’t know why.

But I was your child, my father,

So I pushed myself to try, and harder still try.

**

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

Here I am remembering you on your name day,

Missing you and making my heart cry.

For I loved you then and I love you now, my father,

even when you left me alone to cry.

 I know that this is my problem 

and no one else’s, no, not even thy.

*

When the sky is black,

and the stars are high.

When the shadows are thick,

and the wind passes me by.

*

I think of you, my father,

and how I used to cry.

***

I hope I managed to express my feeling well enough.

Happy B’day ‘My father’… love you always!