By Paarull JS Bakshi
(A Daughter’s Ode to her Beloved Dad: Mr. Jagdeep Singh Bakshi)
The man in the white turban who I called my Dad,
He made me smile and laugh if ever I was sad,
He came to a new country, not knowing what his future held,
But his confidence in himself is what made his life, a life well led,
Wearing his white turban, he travelled the world, saw every place even the ones whose name I’ve never heard,
He always told me, be proud of yourself and wearing his white turban, my hand he held,
His white turban is what made him who he was,
His knowledge and experience will be passed on as it does,
He knew so many people and they’ve gathered here today,
They’ve come here to Honor him and to show the respect they must pay,
As in his white turban, he is laid to rest,
With his smiling face, he is now kissing me goodbye but to be honest, my mind is not at its best,
Thinking that he won’t walk me down the aisle, makes my heart cry,
But the reality of life is that one day, we all must die,
I will always remember him and love him for the man that he was,
The man in the white turban who I proudly call my Dad
