Silent Cradle (A struggle of a Father to be able to see his child)

             I built a world with open arms,

Dreams cradled softly, safe from harm.
But now the halls echo alone,
A house of love that’s turned to stone.

She took the sun when she walked away,
Left only shadows in the day.
And though my heart still holds him near,
I cannot touch what I hold dear.

A son, far from sight,
Yet fill my mind with sleepless nights.
In every whisper, every breeze,
I hear the laughter and feel the squeeze.

But who am I, if not his guide,
With love and pride still pushed aside?
The days are long, the dreams are few,
And I can't be the one he knew.

I send my love across the miles,
Through tear-streaked prayers, through broken smiles.
A father still, in every breath,
Though distant now, until my death.

Location: Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

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