The night was warm and heavy,
Monsoon clouds drifted in the gloomy sky,
Threatening the earth with sudden roars…
And here I lay on my bed,
Watching the moon, shine upon me.
How a thing so dull herself,
Shines tonight like the sun,
And how proudly does it show the world,
That all the light is all its own…
Yet it shines to light the sky,
Tearing apart the clouds on its way,
To make way for its rays tonight.
Here, with my father on my side,
I can’t help but think about his life,
And how his life has been one long struggle,
His very soul asking for rest every night.
He never had time to admire beauty
And feel the moonlight on his face.
His life was always a struggle, and struggle it still is…
I never wanted his life as mine,
He had never been my inspiration,
I was destined for something better,
And I believed in it strongly than ever.
For I always had a hungry heart,
Not wanting to rest till all was known,
While he feared what lay out there,
Always fearing to venture forth.
And so he remained a fish in the pond,
Made a world with what little he had.
Now with the moon shining upon me,
Is this an omen or my berserk imagination?
As I an optimist took it as a sign,
From the heavens that told me to lurch forward.
And lurch forward I did,
To seek a better world and with that a better life,
Giving my parent all the happiness he deserves,
And all that is overdue some forty years now…
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