Scorching spring

By Bhavya Gogia

Dozing and drifting to my soul
Through the spring afternoon mirth
Trespassing my own limitations
And pondering again over my worth
I burst the bubbles of happiness
Daring to touch my fate,
I curl up in the arms of anxiety
And your touch is all I await
But oh father, brilliant like sun
Where is your unequalled charm
What guardian leaves a daughter astray
If he didn't mean her harm?
But I know still oh father dear
Farther even if you stay
You care about me but not for me,
That you kill me everyday
I painted our dreams on a canvas
Which was torn to shreds by time
I pushed you away and became a demon
Cursed by faults, stark and sublime
I fell deeper and deeper still
Stabbed by every concomitant vice
Like a man of honour falls
For a damsel's deceiving eyes
But isn't that what you planned
I should've known from your first frown
For me to be a lesson of adherence
To your words wise and old
Where does this superiority take us?
If not in the laps of hell
Which burns not just in the nether
But within our hearts as well
©shrihari_nandini