A Wish For Love

A Wish for Love

I fear nobody but my father.
A daughter shall always love him,
But I will always be haunted.

His affection is true, a colorful canvas,
Yet his strict face
Has made me colorblind.

I hold no significance to him.
I always lag behind,
Never able to fulfill his wishes.
Never did I have the courage
To speak to him wholeheartedly.
Never has he understood my feelings.

I love him.
He is still my father.
But I will miss him—
Being a dad, a hero.

It is always the other child of the house
Placed before me,
Pushing me off the cliff—
And there I sink,
Into the ocean of melancholy.

If I find a genie, and he grants me only one wish,
It would be to make my dad love me.
Not more—
But at least equally
To the one
Birthed by the same guardians.

Please, God,
Make his vision clear,
So he may see—
There is another,
An older one at home,
Who still yearns for his warmth
And love.

The longing I carry,
Wounds the heart beneath a stubborn cage.
It suffocates my lungs—
Will he see me,
Or will this yearning
Be carried to my grave?

-sitaara