(This is a short nostalgic poem from a Son to his Beloved Father)

 

You are always my pillar when I knew I’d fall,

Always my anchor, so strong and tall.

You taught me to add the numbers,

You scold me to subtract my slumber.

 

Time flies and look I am two

Now I know, how to tie my shoe.

I got so mature by six,

That I used to thank god,

To keep you alive and fit.

I’ve never felt the warmth of maa,

Because you are my only maa and paa.

 

O My dad, with a tired face,

You often entered the house,

Wearing a golden smile and charm,

To teach how you fought from today’s race.

 

Your teachings are not failed,

Your preachings are not underrated.

You rooted me with all magical values,

You planted me with every necessary values.

You mirrored hard face only for me,

And hide softer side to learn the real wee.

 

 

When entered twelve in my teenage years,

You helped me with all my new fears.

At fourteen, you gifted me a splendid bike,

And advised to stay safe and drive.

 

 

You never lag behind

In rooting all life pleasures into me.

My cool dad taught me how to drink,

But warned and taught to stay in limits.

Our night bike rides are always awesome,

Where you act childish and I act as an adult.

 

We’ll never forget those late night movies,

With bunch of popcorns and cokes,

Hilarious dance on playing any folk.

I have seen your tears rolling out of eyes,

And stomach fluffing out, when I start to crake

Ruthless joke, puns and trolls.

 

Your rough, wrinkled palms taught me,

How to tell, sell, earn and learn.

I feel proud to wake up at 5

Just to deliver those heavy bulky packages,

So you sleep warm and tight.

 

 

Till 18 you packed my tiffin,

With my favourite dishes,

And now, I feel verve to cook for you 3 times a day.

Clean, sweep and swipe is now no more at toss,

Today I feel no shame in household chores,

No fame in reducing your loads.

 

Yes, sometimes I still plate you comic shaped chapatti,

But I never forget to pour my love,

So you eat with taste and remain healthy.

 

Look Daddy, the cycle has begun again,

It has started all over again.

Now you are my Son and I am your Father,

Look, daddy, now I can tie your shoe lace!

You are my duty, you are my responsibility.

 

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  1. Heart toucing words❤😘(Now you are my Son and I am your Father)
    Simply good ~ NIDHI JAIN

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