I loved everything of my parents

I never saw God

I have an imaginary concept about Him
Nevertheless, I had my parents within my view
Since my toddler days 
They are now no more

Their photographs and videos I have
I use to watch all those imageries
To console my inner self
And advise my soul to feel their presence
Out of the imprints of their memories
Their persona that was larger than life
Their legacy that I carried along with me

Everything influencing on my basic self
What I speak today
What I write today
How I look today
Whenever anyone notices all that in me
And recognizes me in the crowd
The image and profile of my mom I recollect
And the intellect of my dad I feel indebted
And my gratitude to compassion of my mom
I inherited from them a part of that

Mom’s scolding that I miss
Dad’s slaps across my face that I remember
I also remember
My own mistakes
The blunders I kept committing
I remember those days
I did not accept my mistakes
And they had to be hard on that

My dad sitting in his study chair
I remember
His dwindling head within his palms
In a solitude in his study
Just after punishing me
the relentless flow of tears I can’t forget
That rolled down the cheeks of my mom
Just after her outburst on me

I loved every thing of my parents
Until today
Yet, I repent
I should have had this feeling when they were alive
In flesh and blood
And were moving around