Do I know my father?

What went on in his world?
It was worlds apart between him and me
It is too late
I will never know


He was not one to talk
Quiet most of the time
He never shared his past
I will never know


He was a smoker, like most coolies
Cigarette smokes disappeared one day
Quite late in his life, when exactly
I will never know


He rode his trishaw
To ferry people and goods to places
Worked till he was unable to, when exactly
I will never know


He was not one to complain
About how life had dealt him
He might have during self-contemplation
I will never know


Without formal schooling
He could not write his inner thoughts
Or documented his life
I will never know


He was born in early 1900s
An era of no social media
Few photographs of his life
I will never know


When given the opportunity
Do not let it slips away
Connect and never say:
“I will never know.”


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