By Sukanya Dutta

My father is a precious marvel,
You haply, stern in view
Though nothing was but he saying
Prevent the garden me into playing.
I was fancy in my art
He but driven me in the car,
When he argues his bride
And he wants me by his side.

When I grown my mid twenties,
You father did thy best in cemetery,
Since I carried up by my groom
With shattered tears in thy broom
Farewell father! Farewell forever!
But yet he standing like a pie

Must I worship my new protector
Set up in thy the image of father?
But should I scrutinise in them
Amidst in my heart desires.

But now illness has captured in his body,
Though haply the trees are feel oddly,
I see father's body in a white garment
My tears cannot prevent his heavenly journey.

Farewell Father! Farewell thee
Your name must have written in green.