In the shadow of my past, I stand,
A son who left, a broken strand.
Dad, your love, a guiding light,
I miss your wisdom, day and night.
You gave me all, without complaint,
But I departed, fate so quaint.
Now I bear this heavy weight,
Regret for leaving, it's not too late.
I fought with God, in anger and despair,
For taking you, it's just not fair.
With all I have, a family, a home,
One thing's missing, in this life I roam.
Success, they say, in riches and gain,
But without you, it's all in vain.
I long to hold your hand once more,
To mend the bond that I let tore.
In your absence, I've learned to see,
That wealth and power cannot replace thee.
I hope one day, in heaven's grace,
I'll find forgiveness in your warm embrace.
Dad, you're missed, in every way,
Your love and guidance, day by day.
In my heart, forever, you'll reside,
A son who left, with tears I hide.
A poem by jaspa singh ganje