Son to Father I wrote this about the relationship with my father. When I was small, You used to hold my finger, Take me for a walk, My little steps gave you pleasure, I was so small, But wanted to be treated big, You used to act boxing me, But thumped your chest instead. I moved into my teens, And you had to be away, Life was looking to be green, But clouds had made it gray, I was making my mark in the crowd, You hoped I would make you proud, I almost got to the top, My adolescence had a different plot. I failed you, the dreams you had, Could not be, what I should have been, You lost all hopes on me, When I behaved with eccentricity, I tried to rise from ashes, Got success, may be in flashes, But when I tried to show you, You were gone, leaving me alone. Daddy, where are you now? I want you back, don’t know how, I cannot hear you dad, Please reply, I will be glad, I will make you proud, Are you there, after the clouds? Among the stars somewhere, Please tell God I want you here. I have cried enough, I don’t want to be tough, You have to be back, no flak, Crack the laws of heaven, I am ready to be the unforgiven, God has to send you home, Get us some time on loan, We will have another bout, And I will fake your win, no doubt.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 07:13:04 +0000
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