11th October-8 Months after Dad's death

8 Months up,
I still sup,
The horrors of seeing,
My Dad who was stilled and frozen,
To fill the polished wooden Coffin.

Mom, Jaffin and I cried,
Until our tears dried.
Let my voice crack and choke,
Thinking of a future so bleak.

Daddy dear was the fourteenth child
In his 11th year was he detached and deprived
Of the love of his father Paul Dharmakkan.
He was a ruler, judge and landlord.

Who owned schools, had a chariot,
Imported a Car in the 1930s,
Spoke English that the Brits respect,
Calmed people, quieted souls.

Fed the hordes of people who walked
To meet him-in the upper chambers of his abode.
His pet and his favorite of the lot was my dad.
Dad wept and tearfully spread accounts of my granddad.

The first construction that we undertake,
Is the tomb from where my dad will awake.
Its eleventh today-8 months after you gave way
To emptiness, voidity and all sorrow that I can lay

Loving Dad, You gave so much love,
That I preserve in a treasure trove-
Of constant tears, fears and solitude!
How can I ever express my gratitude?