My Writer Dad

My dad was not
some literary genius
but writer sure he was.

He brought me up
till my life’s first half
after which he was gone.

If he could now write
my whole life for me
truly this will bless me.

Till he was alive
he knew me more, than
I could ever know me.

Rest of my bumpy ride
he didn’t get to see
he’ll write, he’ll know me.

He’ll write and review
if his dear daughter lived
well, or covertly died

Which of his dreams
she fully fulfilled
which others she tried

A daughter will know
her lost dad a bit more
this life had cruelly denied

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Your Life, the Book

Also, it was my second response to The Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter
“If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?”

In my first poem I had invoked Shakespeare to write my Life-story:  Request Denied

Request Denied

My poem in response to The Daily prompt: Ghostwriter
If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?

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For e-book of my life-story
I invoked, the one and only
legendary Sir Shakespeare.

He looked at me to assess
then refused my request.
Thus he spoke and justified

Brown Lady!!  I do love personae
with some tragic flaw, but
dost not thou have too many?

I looked up at him and appealed.
Life’s been a comedy of errors
dost it not appeal you, Sir?

The Bard let out a hearty laugh
looked fondly, but lo and behold
he vanished without a response.

Bewildered I was but my guess
the idea of e-book daunted him
for he had no internet access.

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Why Brown Lady? That’s because Shakespeare had never seen an Indian woman before.
But Sheakespeare had his mysterious Dark Lady as mentioned in his Dark Lady Sonnets

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Your Life, the Book

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