Homage Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

The world is no longer what it was
When my father was there
He took his world with him
His thoughts, his views, his philosophy
They were unique and rare

The world that is left
Is so poor, so different, so cold
Or so it seems to me
For I miss him so much
For I feel so bereft

He had his faults like everyone else
But they in no way shadowed his virtues
They shone with brightness through the faults
Oh, how he stood by everyone
Even by a stranger in need!

Oh, how I miss that human touch
His kindness during all my troubles
His ability to overlook all my faults
His nobility in forgiving all my failures
What more could I ask for in a father?

His passing made me a poet
My loss was so great
My emotions so strong
They broke all bounds
They poured out in verses and healed me