My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
My Father
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My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
A waif like
lady ,
veil over head ,
tied loose
around her neck ,
with
draped body
thin ,
gently took my hand
one lone morning
bidding me to rise
and walk with her ,
Yet all
remained
the same ,
there ,
where it was ,
and in the many
places
where
I am