Papa Poem by Randhir kaur

Its hard for you,
It is hardest for me.
Holding back myself,
To watch thee
Do not cry when I leave,
I am no more small only if you believe
That your little girl is now a bride,
Last night my mother said that you cried.
My red bangles and henna choked me, Telling me how my scars and innocence will be,
In crowd of unknown faces,
Will I be able to see my father in all places.
I am heavy with memories,
Finding a way till it buries.
But this heart of mine,
Fail to rhyme,
The sweet lullaby chord of lovely times.
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.