Oh father, dear father,
You were the one extremely near
To my heart,
You were the beat.
A man like you was what I wanted,
To keep me forever, like a princess.
Your title after my name
Added a touch of pride and fame.
You were my sphere,
I wanted to revolve around,
Thinking that the world was
Just not so sound.
Growing up like you was my dream,
Which shattered the moment
I woke up with a scream.
The hero was a delusion, it seemed.
The man I knew was just a fog,
That vanished as the sun rose
Into the air,
Leaving me in despair.
By Atoofa Khushnood, Founder of Busiqueens
