“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel

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Sunday, February 9, 2014

Dear Dad

 “I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.”  –Imelda Marcos

While learning to walk countless times I fell,
you picked me up and wiped my tears;
made me stand and watched me run;
stole all my unshared fears.
Witnessed many fairs on your shoulders,
on those arms I swung many times;
slept every night on your lap,
having you beside me whispering those rhymes.
Chocolates, balloons and teddies,
dollhouse and those toy guns;
I used to cry only for broken toys,
and you used to get me better ones.
Miss watching cartoons and sports together,
and cheering for favourite team;
miss that race between us,
and that winner’s scream.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

Taught me to ride the bike,
with bleeding knees I came to you;
you kissed my pain away,
and I started to begin all new.
Your love-turned-anger,
when I used to come home late;
was again a sign of care,
and a symbol that you are tired to wait.
Every scream followed after nightmares,
you heard in the middle of night;
did not know to sing but sang me lullaby,
till I forgot them and felt alright.
Got me everything I pointed my finger at,
sacrificed your dreams to pursue mine;
how much it takes be the one like that,
I shall hear through the grapevine.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

“Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.” ―Kiera CassThe Selection

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Dedicated to my coolest Dad :)


  1. You are truly talented! I hope you will be published in an anthology soon.You combine your childhood with the right clothes of rhymes to tell us the story.

  2. Shreya,

    Visiting after a long time. Read 3 posts. It is a pleasure to read your poems as they make one feel so involved. This poem makes one feel how special fathers are. I always say that time not being available for something is only an excuse to cover up will not being there to do it. Hope to read collection of your poems published in near future.

    Take care

    1. :) Missed your comments. Thanks for stopping by.


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