Sorry Papa

papa you gifted me
a diary of lovely pages
sorry I couldn't do
anything good using it
only made paper plane
to fly in the sky
and paper boats
to float in the water canals.

papa you gifted me
a garden of thousand roses
sorry I couldn't' do
any good using it
only plucked them all
to be sold in the market.
and some to decorate
the place of worship
and some I gave away
to strangers, world call as friends.

papa you gifted me
a box full of dreams
and asked to keep them safe.
sorry I couldn't do
any good with them too.
only broke them all away
and now I stand with the broken pieces
scattered everywhere around me...