Strength from My Dad Little I knew,what dreams to dream... But an inner urge always pushed me... to break free....the strong frontier... To build my nest....far or near... My inner light caught the auburn highlights... Of my intricate thoughts...my subconscious far-sight... The pillar of my strength...my dad caught me... there i went.an Indian student ...to Aussie... A speeding child careened passed me... As I take a leap of faith...to the University... thoughtless ...ignorant...and cruel remarks came... there i stood...but ..not drained in shame... The tough gritty..strikingly beautiful place... with its soaring buildings and ornate bridges.... the vast parks were quiet and still..... the whole neighbourhood touched in emerald hill.... No din and bustle...no rickshaw tinkling.... no trams..no sweat...no girlfriend winking.... I stood alone in my Indian outfit... My eyes moistened...with undaunted spirit... I walked through the foyer...with its high ceiling and mosaic... The wooden door stained...with panel of cloudy glass.. struggling to change the worlds perception... with persistent patience ...I still stand amass.... my courage,my will,my passion..my zeal... my anxiety..my fears...my fist and inner fury.... made me win the battle..i fought at length.... I stand now...Warrior..in the Sanctuary............... By Indranil Halder Read more at theholidayspot/fathersday/poems.htm#yRt2hIHBmM2eKLx4.99
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 10:40:27 +0000
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