Could you bring him back to me?

Could you bring him back to me?
My first wall of protection,
Against my mother’s wrath.
My first teacher,
My philosopher.
And the walking cauldron of knowledge by my side,
The transcendental amalgamation of both a comrade and a father in a stride

Metamorphosis,
Phases and ageing of this bond,
Stood the test of time.
It sometimes grew bitter,
Sometimes ripe.
Bouts of overflowing insane love did happen,
Oh, he was the one, who held my little hand and taught me how to sharpen,
But not just pencils, not just stationery,
But with the confabulation of political ideologies,
He chiselled my mind.

Could you bring him back to me?
From the oblivion.
Let not dust dreg on to our bond.
Let not distance practice devilry.
Let him know:
I am still there.
Holding the other side of the thread, Strong

I want you back,
Scolding, commenting, taunting, berating me.
I won’t ever leave,
Complain, fuss, growl, grumble back and be mean.

You covered for the naughty sister,
You exposed, when it was way out of line.
You took me on piggy back rides,
And later,
On long drives.

I am waiting,
Be back, even if its fate’s plot.
Hold my hands again,
Take me away,
And save me, when Mother scolds,
Come back to where you left me,
And we’ll start all over again.