We talk. We eat. We sleep.
We walk down the road along the morning breeze,
We argue. We fight.
I can still see you in the morning light.You live in my existence,
They say none of these are realIgnorant, they don't see the truth
your existence, a truth the world doesn't want to believe.
I still fight to bring you back.
You exist. You do.
Not in shadows but in real.
One year has passed since your funeral, Baba.
But I can still hear your call.