Drooling kids we were
Worsened beds
Messed up clothes
An irony it is
The heroes we call
Never get an ovation
Neither a mere cape
For who they are
Just a saviour
Conquering all the love.
Came to a standstill though
A jolt right through the nerves
All the warmth he showered
Ceased in a nick of time
Knocked down seemingly
Starting all over again
From scratch
gleaming uncertainty
And guess what?
Unfathomable it is
These unsung heroes
Leaving us languishing
For the days ahead.
A steep fallout
Shivering,trembling cold
Drooping shoulders
questioned our identity
For why the destiny put forth
The grief before us
Well here’s what we needed
To “Outlive” our hero
And take pride in those little things
Painting a reminisce
In a garage fixing his car
Handing him over the tools
All in laughter
Running through chapters
Four of us
Making a whole
All it does
Exudes something
Worth silver and gold
To stand firm there
Stone cold,
Undeterred
Instilling valour
Yet doubtful
But we’ll sail through
Fears bottled up
Riding with innocence
Reaching out together
The four of us awake
His eyes all sparkled up
Making way for us
Across the blue lake.
Enigmatical 
Well written and the title so very apt!
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Came from heart💙🤘🏻.
Thanks for reading
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Samyak this is great poetry – nostalgic for sure –
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Glad you read it.Felt good after writing it.😁
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You did a great job
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Glad to learn from you.Keep up your cool and inspiring stuff🤘
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Thanks again 😊🌸
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This really made me think about my dad and had me feeling all emotional for all the things he has sacrificed and done for me.. thank you for touching my heart with your poetry.
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Glad that you could connect to it.It is an honour for me to get compliments from you guys
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