About my beloved father.
DAD ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS
© Nov, 2009 Dr.P.Elayaraja

The smallest injuries of mine
Left floods in your eyes,
Is it now my turn?
I am paying the price.
I remember those endearing days
When I slept on your warm chest,
Now I live in those rhythms
That your sweet heart has left.
Always in my day dreams
I sleep on your safe laps,
I am fed up with my saline tears
Can someone close my eye taps?
© Nov, 2009 Dr.P.Elayaraja

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