Father! Can you hear me?
I yearn to speak to you,
If only you could answer,
And tell me that you do.
How blessed would I feel,
Again your voice to hear,
Would rush to you as a child,
Lost in a crowded fair.
Though wishful dreaming it be,
To seek your presence around,
Having left this world for once,
Has anyone ever returned?
Yet, some memories die hard,
Dwelling so deep in the heart,
Keep surfacing now and then,
Like pictures on a movie screen.
And what can ever silence,
The words of precious wisdom,
You pronounced time to time,
Whenever I sought your advice.
Here, I am to tell you again,
That I always follow the path,
You showed me early in life,
Believing I will never deviate.
I hardly know other ways,
To honour your loving memories,
But keep your teachings in mind,
Do what you always cherished.
Could you hear me, dear Father?
Please speak, and even if you don't,
I will presume that sure you did,
And blessed me in sweet silence!
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