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[aid] => mick
[title] => On this dreary day
[time] => 2014-06-17 01:46:25
[hometext] => I lost my father on 17 June 1988. Was only a 3 year old. And even after so many years people talk about him like he was not just a hero to me but an inspiration to everyone around him.
[bodytext] => Here comes the miserable date To remind me again of that dreadful day Those little memories are all that is left Like the time you’d let me play on you broad chest And that other time when I was your walking stick When I cut myself and you told “you are my son be a little brave” Or that morning when 3 year old and his father had a Shave This was the day when every one was there Your children cried so hard but those “gods” did not sway Then came the pallbearers and they took you away. They placed you in that hearse Life since that day has been nothing but a curse God played a nasty joke on me Rest of his disciples took away my rights “too young to give the fire for cremation” If I was “too young” how could Gods take you away I wish there had been more time A last word of advice May be there was one But could not hear from those deafening noise Noise of my mother breaking her bangles never to wear them again Noise of my sisters crying Too many voices too many sounds Too much of oblivion Without your secure touch to be found How can I put my life on this blank piece of paper How should I say what a horror life has been I’ll tell you now about the happier things Your Son is a Father now of two beautiful kids You would have been proud of the little family I have You’ve always been my hero You were always larger than life I’ve always emulated you Just wish there had been more time to emulate you correctly Confused some times with no example to follow I wish you would have been here To lead me, to guide me, to show me the path But we are Narukas nothing comes to us that easily A reflection of you is what I always strive to be ……. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 75 [informant] => marknaruka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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