In that old photo tucked in the
album tattered,
My position you have made safe
and secured,
Where I am a little naive all-dependent
kid,
Behind your strong arms conveniently
hid.
Hardships in childhood plenty you
faced,
Path of success after hardships
you traced,
But we received all possible
comfort,
Unfathomable behind it your
effort.
You were always there for us in
evenings,
Overseeing studies or us watching
cricket innings,
Seldom with friends or colleagues
did you go out,
Your dedication for us unparalleled
and devout.
A person so composed, epitome of
calm,
Have never caused anyone a tad
bit harm,
Helped the jobless, helped your
peers,
You have established many such
careers.
Ever so helpful, understanding
and cooperative,
As a husband your stance so
commemorative,
To your in-laws much more than a
son you been,
Revered in society you possess
unmatched sheen.
With grit ensured for us smooth
strides,
You inculcated in us values illuminating,
That guides us today in paths so
daunting.
So broad a mind, so large a heart,
A person so very special thou art,
But to write for family is an
event rare,
Inhibition aplenty to show
emotions bare.
I don’t conform to man-made special
days,
Relations can’t be shackled in
any such ways,
A surge to write on this day
something new,
On Fathers Day, Baba, a few words
for you.
Beautiful, simple and touching. We love him everyday, just that today is an 'official day'! Perhaps, fathers are the only species to whom we, sons, would accept defeat more than willingly. For we know, they they are THE best.
ReplyDeleteWell, more than anything else, your comeback to blogging couldn't have been better.
Bravo!
Thanks Mr. Mishra... fathers are the benchmark...
DeleteAm not as prolific a blogger as you though... :)