Yesterday, Thu Sep 22 2011, while I was tweeting and browsing the Internet, one of my friend, Deepak Agarwal ( at the time of writing this post his id is @dpk_ag) posted image of this poem. This poem is written by Miss Sidra Siddique, a class 9 student, dedicating to her heavenly aboded father. My condolence with the poor girl. May his father rests in peace!
My Lost TreasureLaid in bare emptiness, I’m clouded with sheer helplessness, I saw him lying dead, here, After the wink of an eye he’s no more here, The person from whom I’d learn to walk, loosing him forever is a profound shock. I miss those fights over the remote, and of Pa, reading the poems I wrote. I miss that papered princess I was, I miss that cornetto with my pocket money that I got, Pa, I don’t want my share of teddies, I don’t want my share of lillies, I don’t want any one to buy me stilettos, I don’t want any one to buy me cornettos….. Because all I want is, Not joy, neither success, nor pleasure But all I want is my Pa, My lost treasure …….