Daily Archives: December 27, 2017

Late Daya Shanker Mishra, my father

I lost my smile with him, but found him in my daughters’ grin. I lost my music with him, but found him in forlorn songs. I lost my gist of life with him, but found him in poetry. I lost my love with him, but found him in melancholy. I mourn him every moment, but every glimpse of Santa Claus reminds me of that fateful day.

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