Growing up is fascinating, especially when you have someone to look up to….
As I dig from my memory’s vault
--chronicles glide by
Delights of a happy past
gush forth like a frothing river
-warm, intoxicated memories!
Dear Baba was a loving soul
He formed a firm foundation for my life
Reached out, when I needed him most as a child
His style of working, storytelling, care taking,
stand like graffiti ...
.....from where I fetch inspirations,
a scarlet light still burns inside me
I place my hand on the cheeks.
I see they are still wet...
A gentle father lived his life…and left
---traveled the eternal...
whatever is now deposited as memory's GOLD
Gives meaning to my existence
Not extinction-but fullness
**Baba- Father. There are many more things I could tell about my beloved Dad. Simply put, he is the best man I have ever known.