A father is
Like that lonesome
Tree on a
Smog-filled
Twisted
Street
That
Shades you in
Hot summers,
Protects you
From sudden heavy
Passing showers;
In winters,
From bitter winds
And harsh hail,
And,
In the multi-hued
Spring season,
Showers you with
Scented flowers,
Transforming you
Into a magical figure,
Clad in pink-red petals;
And after death,
Lingers in your aching
Longing heart
Like a beautiful dream,
And
Irrigating the inner
Landscapes with
His gentle
Fragrant presence,
Not felt by others.
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Beautifully told.
As reliable as a Swiss chronometer when it comes to crafting an appropriate poetic response to things such as Father’s Day, just as the reader has come to expect from this particular poet.
Thanks, Louis. Nice to hear a longer verdict from magisterial you. Otherwise, recently, you had started economizing a lot. Such sentences make me learn from my master—Louis Kastakin.
beautiful and so true…..made me miss my father all the more
I do understand Nalini…been missing dad for more than two decades now. Thanks.
a topic that is so close to my heart ! a father is a father is a father.