Aslam Bamba
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

Papa’s Lone Moment

When Papa walks the path of the silent ones.
He shall not return to tell us the undelivered message.
The lessons cloaked behind his pillow shall forever curse our being.
Papa shall not come back to let us know what tomorrow holds.
For the time to leave has beckoned.

Oh Papa we forsook your presence.
We left you in your sagehood.
We never bothered to submit ourselves
And carry your luggage full of wisdom. Which you single handedly bore.

Oh Papa we now realise we were wrong
To leave you in your lone moments.
We were consumed by our youthful pride. For we thought we knew what you knew not. Neither did we know you crawled through our exuberant life.
Till you now rest peacefully on your mat.
Oh Papa we were tantalized by the mouthwatering illusioned world.
We never knew the world was a mirage.

Oh Papa lest you are celebratedly effaced from this planet.
We humbly lay before you to fill us in with the ancestral message.
The wisdom and knowledge you harbour.
We are your protégé and
Shall deliver the message to our progeny.

©Aslam Bamba

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