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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Father Departed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father breathed his last on April 7,2012<br>He was well beyond fair old age but <br>He had ever dreamt of living further.<br>He lived like an overgrown child<br>And an unschooled rustic gentleman.<br>He could have lived a little more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father was a tyrant, an octogenarian of all odds.<br>He was more of voice and less of size, he was 86.<br>He is not any more there.<br>He loved us less in terms of what the world thinks, <br>He rather owned us in terms of what we children feel.<br>He has left a world of his possessions! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he wasn`t again married despite losing <br>His wife when was barely 44 yrs young.<br>I still feel he was great that way and I salute him.<br>But the pain in my heart is stubborn <br>And it refuses to leave me for just one reason -<br>Why do I not feel missing my father? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may just tell me why it is a cold finding<br>That I did not weep when my father died…<br>Even after weeks together I feel sorry.<br>As he was seen lying within the small depth of the coffin-a freezer and later<br>As the flames of the pyre licked away that frame of many bones and shrunk frozen flesh, <br>I remained with a feeling writ large on the heart unknown to myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few days of hectic rites and isolation followed.<br>The rites were performed and the remains were immersed in the dying river Perar<br>But I didn`t weep… sorry, I must have wept - my daughter said later.<br>She thinks I might not have loved him much or vice versa it is…<br>The kids are so… let her keep her tears in stock<br>And weep enough when I am gone perhaps <br>Sorry, he is a cold leveler.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the fact is strangely different.<br>I have forgotten to weep…<br>These days I don`t weep at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With my mother gone when I was barely four<br>And now with my father following the suit<br>I know I am an orphan indeed.<br>But my wife and daughter say - never say such things.<br>It is what the world around us has to be.. <br>One with freaks of love and care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I think about my father, <br>I look for and find a small star in the sky, <br>If it twinkles well, I feel he is smiling at me<br>And I don`t mind being near it later, much later.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=M.d+Dinesh+Nair">M.d Dinesh Nair</a><div class=q>
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He was well beyond fair old age but 
He had ever dreamt of living further.
He lived like an overgrown child
And an unschooled rustic gentleman.
He could have lived a little more.

My father was a tyrant,..."></div>
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