To My Father Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Three years since you left—
And I wish you were still here.

You were my true wall,
My quiet fortress,
The shield whose mere presence
Was enough
To silence the wicked
And restrain the monstrous.

Father,
Your silence was never empty.
It carried a voice,
A buried thought,
A restrained wish—
A wish I ache to fulfill.

You wanted to be with me more.
I wish I had been granted that grace.

But the vicious minds,
The conspired hours,
The cruel webs of emotional blackmail
Stood in the way
And stole that time from us.

Today, I tell myself—
I am glad you are free.
Free from poisoned spaces,
Free from hostile hearts,
Free from those monsters
Who waited only for your absence
To unleash the worst of their devils.

I am glad you are no longer
A subject of plotted times
And calculated cruelty.

My Father,
Forgive the mistakes I made
While learning life the hard way.

To your unknown dwelling of peace,
I send my gratitude—
For the strength you planted in me,
For the patience you taught me,
For the resilience you knew
I would one day need
When time and people
Turned against me.

Perhaps you foresaw
What I would be thrown into.
And therefore,
You prepared me.

Dear Father,
From your abode of justice and calm,
Let truth find its voice.
Let justice rise—
Even if its judgments are heavy,
Even if they are hard
And unforgiving.

Let the wicked face
What they have earned.

Let what was undone
Be set right again.

I stand today
Not broken—
But standing
On the strength you left behind.

You are gone,
Yet you remain
My pillar,
My protection,
My truth.

Always.