She was little,
When i had no time to spare,
Much Work and more load,
Left no time to care.
Things used to catch her fantasy,
Which were delivered as 'the best',
Never lagging behind to try something new,
It surfaced out to be her zest.
Time flew, she turned eight,
The most celebrated day of her life,
Family and friends gathered around,
To weave the strings of paradise.
The next morning,
I was curious to call her outside,
Just to make her contemplate,
The beauty of flowers and sunshine.
My voice echoed thrice,
But still she didn't come out,
"She must be asleep",
A thought that ran me into doubt.
My conscience didn't subdue,
And i stormed off inside,
As soon as i entered her room,
I saw her sleeping tight.
I exhaled a long awaited breathe,
And reached towards her,
But the look of her calm plain face,
Scurried everything into a blur.
I looked into her half opened eyes,
She felt weak,
But she stated- "dad,
That's what you need to believe."
Anger and pain,
Both Rushed deep into my blood,
Until i noticed the tears
In my eyes beflood.
Trauma filled my mind,
When i took her to the hospital,
But her matured behaviour
Made every word of an eight year old ironical.
The doctor told she had less time to live,
That the cancer dominated her still-developing cells,
I couldn't imagine her going away from me,
As nowhere but in my heart she dwells.
My eyes rolled aimlessly,
The pain engrossed my bleeding heart,
Until i could achingly realize,
My world had fallen apart.
"I know my daughter will make it",
Were the only words that rang in my head,
Though every passing second seemed worst than before,
I tried to let go of my dread.
Everything came to a standstill,
When the wrinkled face of the doctor said,
"We tried hard",
and there she was lying- Cold and Dead.
I stepped aback,
Recalling how couldn't i furnish enough love,
What hopefully i wanted to make for her then,
Is the place where now she lies above.
I'll always cherish those moments when she turned eight,
The most celebrated day of her life,
When her family and friends gathered around,
To weave the strings of paradise.