Nobody can forget

His or her father.

But the child who never

Saw his father,

Or the child whose father

Died before her birth,

Or the child whose father

Left this earth at his

Childhood,

How can he remember

His father in his life?

He feels, feels, only feels

His father's presence

Through the eyes of his mother:

When at every evening

He used to see tears dropping

From his mothers eyes

When she combed her hair,

The boy felt his father's presence.

When, every year, his elder

Brothers and sisters

Got together one certain 

Day to garland his father’s photo

On white washed wall,

The boy could feel his father's absence.

When someone tried to disturb his friends

Those friends would call father

But the boy

Only felt helpless, he didn’t have someone to call.

Throughout the journey 

Of his life, he felt, realised

The need of presence,

The necessary magnitude of a father.

But he could not touch

The photo with a fear:

If his father comes out

From the frame, how can he reply who he is?

He stares at the sky,

All the stars give him

The taste of Daddy.

He blinks,

But can not dare to think

What reply he can

Keep ready.