If only, 

I had a chance,

To go back in time & sneak a glance;

At that smile so bright,

And hold you tight…

If only,

You would tie my laces,

While I make giggly faces…

If only,

I could run to you for that one last time,

Hold your hand and chat awhile!

After losing my dad when I was all of six, I was brought up in a house of women. Not really used to having a father figure around, I would see my friends sit in their father’s lap and wonder how it would feel like.. after getting married when I was supposed to address this new person as ‘papa’…even that took a lot of effort and practicing in the mirror…

And while I know I would’ve traded anything in this world to know what it feels like to have my papa, I also know that he is somewhere around, looking out for me…and ofcourse, after these two wonderful ladies who taught me all that I needed to learn…

Here’s wishing the happiest Father’s Day to all the wonderful dads out there and to my rocks of Gibraltar…



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13 Responses to Papa…

  1. Anju says:

    Love u beta. It’s really a very memorable stuff.

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  2. sangbad says:

    Same with me…lost my Baba at 5…love the poem a lot…

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  3. Hungry_cancerian says:

    Very nice one..

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  4. This was so tender…

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  5. warkepranav says:

    Such lovely lines !! Worthy post 👌

    Liked by 1 person

  6. touched the emotional chord!! He must be happy wherever he is and must be proud of you!!

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