Dad, I miss you.

I remember the things you did,

Like reading religious books,

From your pothi, in Ardhpadmasana,

I remember watching cricket alongside you,

I remember watching movies with you and others,

In the T.V. room.

You changed my date of Birth,

I could never figure out the reasons for it.

It changed my life in ways I could never fathom.

I don't remember you teaching us,

Barring an occasion or two,

But you did teach us Shirshasana

And Pranayam along with Padmasan.

I remember your advice,

I remember your disappointment,

I remember your generosity,

And I remember that I was your pride.

Dad, I miss you.

There are days when crows caw on the ledge,

I wonder if you are visiting me,

Checking on me,

Worrying for me,

A little more than others.

Dad, I miss you the most,

When the whole world turns against me,

And you are not there to hold me, to guide me,

To offer me your wisdom.

I know you cannot be with us,

you have gone too far.

With time,

I have learned to be on my own,

but, Dad, you are irreplaceable,

And I have never wanted you more than

I do today, in my life.

Dad, I miss you.

Author's Note: In the Hindu religion, it is a common belief that their ancestors often pay visits in the form of crow/raven.