"Appa, What's good Friday?", my daughter asked
"That's a day when Jesus was nailed to the cross", was my reply
"Why did they nail him?"
i should simplify it for my young daughter, i thought and answered -
"because he was too good and didn't turn bad"
"Oh! Ok."
a
few
seconds... p a s s e d
"You know i am also as good as Jesus", i said
"Fine appa, I will soon learn to use hammer and nail", came her sharp response
In the silence of the night,
I dial her number, my heart alight,
Alas, she rejects my call,
no words, no text, nothing at all.
Perhaps she’s busy, lost in her world,
where dreams and reality are twirled.
Yet a simple text or a single word,
would soothe my heart like a songbird.
I ruminate on her day and night,
my love for her taking flight,
Growing wilder with each passing hour,
like a sunflower seeking the sun’s power.
I wait for her call, lost in thought,
imagining what battles she fought.
But this cannot go on and on,
like an endless marathon.
Sometimes I’m fed up, sometimes I’m angry,
Emotions swirling in a frenzy.
Yet I console myself in the quiet night,
under the moon’s gentle light,
For she can do this only to me, because she knows I’m hers eternally.
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