Father I can’t take this pain any longer.
It’s an illness to slam you.
I am not responsible at this,
but I know what I’m talking about.
Open mind comes with smartness.
With an open heart comes the father.
It has shaken my whole world,
changed my eyes.
My path is on a unicorn, 
a big one.

I look out my widow every day
and ask for freedom
from this barrier.
It’s a block.
You just got to take another way.
You can’t go through it can you?
What if my path is highlighted from the others?
I have my own dreams to chase.

I just found this poem in my carry bag two days ago. I had forgotten about it. Nithish gave it to me some days before he was taken from my home on March 12th. He had been telling me he wanted his muse to give him another poem to his father to explain things. He wanted me to tell his parents these things so that they did not put him to one day a week with me. At that moment, he was living with me during the weekdays and with his parents on the weekends. He wanted to continue the arrangement.

He wrote this poem while at school from spiritual vision, meaning that he heard each line spoken into his inner ear, and he copied it down. He does not record the lines like a poem, just writes them down, as he is dyslexic and has a lot of trouble writing. If you have read his other poems posted here, you can see he has developed more as a poet and a writer, and you can hear his feelings and thoughts spoken very clearly, what he wants his father to know, but the poem never got to his father. He was taken just a few days after he wrote it. Below is the poem in his handwriting.